Blogs from Nazca, Ica, Peru, South America - page 5

After a surprisingly sound nights sleep on the coach from Cusco, I woke up minutes before we arrived in Nasca. I had got a fright last night when I was told that we would be arriving at 4am rather than 8am as planned. Thankfully the crew-member was wrong and we arrived a little ahead of schedule at 7.30am. According to my instructions from Green Toad Buses I was to be met on arrival in Nasca and whisked straight to the airport for my flight across the world famous Nasca Lines. In fact, no sooner had I stepped off the coach to collect my bags I could hear my name being called from a far. I was greeted at the gate of the Cruz del Sur terminal by Manuel, who escorted me a hundred metres up the ... read more

Tue 25 We arrived to Nasca after a sleepless night on the bus. I had been given the very important duty of looking after the piece of paper that had the hostel name and adress on it...but low and behold i had managed to lose it! Wouldlosehisheadifitwasn'tscrewedonLAD. Hayley thought she remembered the name of the street it was on and we headed up there looking for any hostel names that we could remember. We finally (luckily) arrived at the hostel we had booked, checked in and had a nap. We awoke around 1pm and got a bus out to see the Nasca lines. We knew before hand that we couldn't afford a flight over the Nasca lines so we had decided to climb up the lookout tower instead. The lookout tower let us see two of ... read more

Am Mittwoch besuchten wir ein wahnsinnig gutes mexikanisches Lokal, wo ich Tacos und Daphni ein Tenderloin assen, dazu gabs Margeritas. Anschliessend verabschiedeten wir uns von Lima und machten uns per Bus auf den Weg nach Pisco, was uns nicht ganz gelungen ist, da wir den Ausstieg verschliefen. Also verbrachten wir die Nacht in einem Hostel ueber der Busstation von Ica, der naechsten Stadt ungefaehr 70 Kilometer von unserem eigentlichen Ziel entfernt. Den darauffolgenden Tag verbrachten wir in Huacachina, einer Oase in der Wueste nahe Ica. Dort probierten wir uns im Sandboarden auf einer der umliegenden Sandduenen, was sich als sehr schwierig erwies. Die Boards bestanden aus einem Holzbrett mit zwei Schlaufen, in denen man nur locker befestigt war, was das Lenken des Bretts unmoeglich machte. Dementsprechend fuhren wir den Hang so gut es ging Schuss hinunter, ... read more

I have only just managed to successfully catch up sleep after an especially overzealous evening in Lima, when my evening with Emi and some of his wonderfully eccentric Peruvian friends was cut short, Cinderella-style, when I noticed around 4am that I had to be up at 5 to get onto a bus at 6. I staggered back, woke up my roommate, who appeared only marginally dismayed at my late return, and started packing, still drunk, for the bus ride to Huacachina. My state first became apparent to everyone, I think, when I attempted to pick my back up off the ground in reception and toppled over backwards. The hangover had yet to come, so having had zero sleep, I drained three quarters of a 2l bottle of water, and hoped for the best as I curled ... read more

Ola again, We spent two days in Nasca. The Nasca were a very advanced civilisation who settled in the Nasca dessert about 40 km inland from the Pacific ocean. As you come in to Nasca by bus you feel as if you could be arriving in Syria or Egypt as I imagine them to be with mountainous hills of shifting sands surrounding you and little vegetation except where they have accessed the ground water by aqueducts built be the Nasca between 100 and 700 AD. On day one in Nasca we explored an ancient burial sight of traditional Nasca. They buried their dead in large pits after removing their stomachs and placing them in foetal position bound with cloths of woven cotton and placed them in graves with articles they will need for journey into next ... read more