We left Cusco last Thursday on a 13 hour over-nighter. We thought now that we were in Peru we were safe from the suicidal mountain roads in Bolivia, shocker, we were so wrong. Cusco to Nazca was the windiest road yet. Ciaran, sensitive soul that he his, stayed within dashing distance of the bus loo all night while myself and Lisa just held onto our seats with white knuckles trying to sleep, not easy!
We hired the first tour guide to mob us as soon as we were off the bus in Nazca to take us for a flight over the Nazca lines as early as possible. Nazca really has nothing going on except the Lines so we were happy out getting our flight organised within an hour of getting off the bus! What we thought was $45 turned out to be something in excess of $60. I really enjoyed the flight until it started swaying from left to right so we could get the best view possible. Em, the windows on the sides of the plane were parallel with the ground for 90% of the time we were in the air. My empty stomach started churning so the best I could do was just aim out the window with my camera and hope it´s focusing somewhere near each line feature we passed.
Spaceman
Spider
Dune buggying in Huachachina
After crawling off our little plane we got a bus straight to Ica. We stayed just outside Ica for 3 nights in a lovely place called Huachachina. It´s touristy as hell but it´s an oasis in the middle of sand dunes and it was low season so who cares. We loved our hotel with pool and parrots and especially our dune buggy ride into the sandy dunes on our first night. We thought oh dune buggying sounds fun and slightly scary, something we can handle, buggies can´t be that dangerous. Then we seen our machine:
I couldn´t hold my camera straight on any of the bits where were driven over 80° dunes, sorry, but here´s a bit of the fun:
See Ciaran´s death slide: http://www.getjealous.com/getjealous.php?action=playmovie&movie_id=18441&go=ciarangarvey dot, dot, dot but he didn´t die.
My ankles and wrists were in pieces from holding on so tight, my throat in ribbons from screaming “oh my f$%&$%& god!” so much. Ciaran laughed his ass off.
Before we knew where our driver Fino was about take take us:
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June 15, 2007 at 7:15 pm
ruth again. you had no glasses on you, you mad thing! i must show this to our son sean in the morning. it looks like it was very good.