At least that’s how OUR group would market a t-shirt. Luckily, I personally would not have had to buy one, that is not the case for many of us…
It’s too bad so many people got sick because the lines were pretty awesome! After viewing the cemetary of a Nasca culture and hearing about their history,
check out the dreads! These monster lumps of hair were actually status symbols.
the five of us went up in a six-seater plane for one heck of a wild ride…
We were given a map of the lines and our pilot informed us that he would double over each one so that both sides could get a good view.
This is our pilot. He’s smiling because he knows what he is about to do to us. Now that I look again, he’s kinda’ reminding me of Fanzi… “Hey…yo”
Little did we know that he would give us a two second warning before banking at an astonishing 45 degree angle, switching mid-air to bank to the other side, all while doing figure eights over the lines.
This is the angle we were flying at.
Over the roar of the engines of our little Cessna he would yell “MONKEY! MONKEY!” and give us the international sign for “gringo, now you take photo!”
Then “HUMMIN BIRD! HUMMIN BIRD!”
This may not look impresive, but this mesa was huge and the lines were pretty incredible. just a side note now that I see the pictures… obviously pictures of things like this never do them justice.
We saw all of the lines (more photos can be found under “Peruse the Pics” on the left hand side) and bumpily dropped onto the runway. I looked back to see three of my four friends staring placidly out the window as the were attempting to focus on the horizon or the mountains, or absolutely anything that wasn’t swaying with our little plane.
The captain looks at me and says “You’re good?” I whole-heartedly resounded “YES!” I was one of the lucky ones who wasn’t chewing back breakfast. All in all, the Nasca Lines were very interesting and a valuable, on a much lower level, second choice to Macchu Picchu as it is 19 hours and $500 away from us. I was even doing well enough to take a pic with El Capitan and say “no” to a woman who appeared out of nowhere with an semi-official looking vest telling us of taxes that had been placed on us while we were flying. At least I figure that’s how it happened considering these “taxes” did not exist when we boarded the plane.
Good times in Peru. Good times.
