Already at 7.00 clock we sat at breakfast. Then we packed our belongings, said goodbye and walked to the bus terminal. We solved a ticket at the counter at the company were aboard Soyuz and already 20 minutes later. So the journey continued for two hours through the Nazca lines continue to Ica.
Arrived in Ica we took the taxi to Huacachina, an oasis in the largest sand dunes of South America. We took a room at Casa Arena, and then went to the lagoon, where we ate lunch right on the water. The lake was a guy who rented sand boards. We decided to go with a sand buggy in the dunes, and us there to try with the wood planks.
We went back briefly to the hostel, we went around and got into our street in the buggy.
The ride went out right from the oasis in the dunes. The buggy common with his open motor has a deep sound. Actually, the buggy is just a motor, wheels and a stable linkage than the roll bar. The seat belts go over the shoulder, which proved to be in the following way to make sense. We were barely in the dunes was our driver gas. The mountain was breathtaking rollercoaster ride and fantastic views of the 100-meter-high dunes. By looking into the distance you felt like the Sahara. Eventually he stopped and we took the boards from the buggy. To begin, he chose a rather small dune. The feeling in the Velcro straps were a little spongy. The first experiment showed me that it does not have much in common with snowboarding. Zuminedest not with this binding. After several attempts, however, went quite well, but then we switched to the prone position, which missed the dune drive into a special rice. We went again on to bigger dunes until we were at the ultimate take on the dune ridge. Gregory and me it was no question - the prone position. Once grown, the boards, which made a huge difference to my surprise, hands in the loops, elbows on the board and off we went. Stunning, the speed one can achieve it. The side effect was that in bags, pants, underwear and T-shirt under the pretty sand accumulated. Also, it crunched between the teeth after this rush of speed.
Then the journey went into hair-raising pace over the dunes back to the oasis. He drove so fast mountain and valley, that Helen was no longer uneasy, and we had to call the driver to exercise restraint.
We arrived safely at the oasis and got rid of us once the sand. Since it was already evening, we climbed up the high dunes in the north of the oasis to enjoy the sunset. We were not the only came up with this idea, a New Zealander and a couple of Israelis on the other side of a dune. The ascent took about half an hour and reached the top we were rewarded with a great view. We sat down on the top of the dune, and dreaming ourselves into the sunset. I had the whole trip happen again in my mind and I thought that Australia was already two years ago, it was already so far away. The sun turned red and appeared in the landscape colorful from light to dark. After we had digested this, we ran across the steep slope directly down to the village. It felt as if you were running on the moon.
Below, we emptied our shoes off and walked around the lake to Youth hostels restaurant. We all ate spaghetti and farewell Chilean wine we drank a bottle and after dinner Pisco Sour. Then it was time to break for Gregory and Guilhem, as their bus from Nazca to Arequipa via Ica losdüste that night. We might even have been invited to Paris, where we spend the night with them for so long and we want to be the tourist guide would be included. This offer sincere thanks and we took a hearty farewell and after they got into a taxi and sped away.
Helene and I went back to the hostel where we wegduschten us first the sand and then we put to bed tired.
