The sleep on the bus was to enjoy only with interruptions. Because once an evasive maneuver, and here is a brusque braking you got a light sleeper with already. Every time I looked at the Busuhr, about an hour was up.
As the day drew slowly into the country, we arrived in Nazca. We were the only ones who got out here, all the other passengers went on to Lima.
Since we had already chosen the hostel from the outset, we walked the four blocks on foot.
So we rang in the morning at 6:00 clock on the door of the hostel "Brabant". It took a moment until the door was opened. A sleepy woman was called us and invited us welcome. We moved into two rooms and were given free breakfast at seven already. Her husband asked us if we want to visit the Nazca Lines by plane, because the weather was so good. After brief consideration, we agreed, and he inquired of the "Aeromoche" fleet whether it has places available today. This was confirmed at 9.40 clock and we were picked up by taxi.
The airfield is located on the outskirts of Nazca and we were able to quickly Answering our tickets. The waiting time before boarding, we bridged with the DVD of Maria Reiche, who started in the 50s so to measure the lines and figures that level. The airfield was named after her so well.
Then enter it said. We sat in the Cessna, and without much introduction, the pilot rolled to the runway. Next to him sat a co-pilot and the four of us occupied the rear seats. Just before the start of the pilot asked if everything was ok. We confirmed and he speeded up the machine. Shortly after takeoff, he pulled it right away and we stopped in the climb toward geoglyphs.
After about five minutes, the pilot took the first corner and we could see the astronauts on a hill. Then came the pictures in rapid succession. Dog, monkey, condor, spider, hands and repeatedly trapezoids in different sizes adorned the floor. Also, the observation tower at the Pan American we could see. Again and again he pulled the aircraft into a steep curve, so that we could take our photos. It was not easy to capture the images with the zoom, because they always lose from the seekers. Even on the iPhone could be captured only by a long shot for lack of zoom.
After 40 minutes we were back in the landing approach.
I could take the pocket knife and the lighter back in reception, I bought a booklet on the lines and then we took a BusTaxi back to the hostel.
Next, we strolled through the Sunday market. One could scarcely struggle through so many people were out in the street. We fell on to say that we were the only tourists here. Thus, we marveled at all the food, which were designed and offered. Of cactus fruit overhanging turkeys to squid could have it all.
Then we went to the Plaza de Armas for lunch. The food in the restaurant was a culinary disaster, it did not taste at all. Then we bought another small things and made ourselves comfortable on the terrace of the hostel. Helene was reading in the hammock, and Niels Gregory also in the suspended matter and Guilhem and I were playing chess.
Gregory had bought the tickets for their onward journey to the night already, and we decided to continue to go to Huacachina. This in turn provoked our colleagues, so we went to the bus terminal and Gregory purchased the ticket postponed to another day.
On the way back we stopped at "La Choze" (pronounced as "sh", would be bad otherwise), and ate the first time properly on that day.
Back at the hostel we wanted to try cactus fruit and thus prepared them to Gregory. Helene was so tired that she went to bed and we drank to the cacti that look like watermelons inside a red wine.
It was about 23:00 clock with our tiredness and then even if we went to sleep.
