Perhaps the town of Nazca would not be on my map if it didn’t have the Nazca Lines. Not counting the difficulty of finding a decent cup of coffee, the road to here was a stretch of empty desert and sand dunes. The bus arrived at the Nazca lines’ viewpoint at dusk, and we all hurriedly paid the 2 soles toll to climb it before the last light of the day disappeared. One can view 2 figures from the viewpoint (which was not very high to begin with,) and the rest of the mysterious lines can only be seen by boarding a $90 dodgy, tiny aircraft. Disappointingly enough, self-preservation prevailed over curiosity and adventure; I said no to flying over the Nazca lines. Perhaps I should’ve visited this place when I was younger and more intrepid.
I stopped by Pisco as well for a proper Pisco Sour tasting 🙂
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