We had a great ride on the bus from Cusco to Nasca. Waking up on the bus and seeing the change of scenery from mountains and cool weather to desert and warmth was a little surprising.
It was surprising because of the total flip in ecosystem, the beauty of it even though it was a desert, realizing that we would be wearing sandals and shorts again and not needing our sweaters.
In Nasca we were met by a group of people yelling at us “taxi”. I stopped and said “woa” out loud. I had never been mobbed like that before, especially for a taxi. I saw one person, Alex, who had flyers in his hand of the company I had been emailing with lining up the fly over of the lines. It turns out Alex had great english and was a bad salesman but a really nice person.
Due to mixups we did not get onto our flight until 11 am. It was a great flight with the pilots making sure everyone – there was 4 of us viewing – were able to have a good look at the Nasca lines. Magpie was tired and the plane was upsetting him a little.
The Nasca lines were not as easy to see from the air as you think. The lines are different sizes and some stand out more than others. The navigator would help find the images and point them out. It would be amazing to be able to walk among them and see how they have managed to stay prominent all these years, but on the same note, I am glad we are not allowed, as I do not want them destroyed.
Instead of moving onto Huancachina we stayed the night. We walked the town and watched the sunset from the top of the hostel.