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Published: October 20th 2008
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For some strange reason, the ´Nascans´(long past) decided to spend their time scribing lines in the sand - lines representing animals, and just straight lines going back and forth. The harsh and windy desert environment - by good luck or good design, managed to preserve their efforts. Rather interestingly, from ground level, you can´t see much. So when the more recent, but equally unusual phenomenon of air travel came around, pilots noticed something a bit odd.
Unfortunately, by this time, the new Panamerican Highway had just gone through, and a few desert joy riders had ripped in and done some damage also. But there was still a vast supply of perplexing patterns to keep some very bright minds thoroughly occupied for their careers trying to figure out what it all meant.
So to get a take on the lines, and the theories behind them, the local planetarium had an excellent show on lines, astronomy, and theories - and it became very apparent that all these ideas were ´best guesses´... no-one really has the answers.
But the lines are not the only historical interest in this most unlikely area for human habitation. An ancient burial site, blessed with 25
mins of rain per year, and the careful preparation of the sites by their authors, provided some fascinating (if macabre) viewing of these people gone by. Unfortunately, the settled tombs also attracted grave robbers with long poles, probing out the treasures accompanying the departed. Many of the burial sites displayed piles of sun bleached bones, and cotton and pottery rubble - all that was left after being unceremoniously exhumed and ransacked for anything ´worthwhile´. Exposed to the harsh conditions, they were promptly reduced to unidentifiable bits cleaned of colour by the harsh conditions. Also a shame is the (carefully opened and restored) pits, with their crude sunshades not sufficient to prevent the strong UV changing black hair to brown, and slowly eroding the colour of the clothing. Having them open for Tourism is ultimately another destruction of what is left after the first wave of attack.
In this day and age, where we expect to be able to explain aspects of the world around us, it is so refreshing to come away none the wiser. Nasca is one of those magic places...
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