Nazca and Ica: February 2016
Waiting for our flight to see the Nazca lines,
We were in Nazca for less than 24 hours. Our bus arrived after 10pm. By the time we walked to the hotel, checked in, and got ready for bed, it was close to midnight. It was hot in Nazca, so we turned on the AC. Javier didn’t dress properly and subsequently woke me up at 4am rummaging through the room, and taking the blanket out of an over-sized ziplock bag. After a surprisingly good breakfast, we checked out of our room, caught a cab to the airport, and booked a flight to see the Nazca lines. While we waited, we saw a documentary on the lines and the Nazca people. It was really interesting, and we were sad when we had to leave. We met our pilot and walked to our plane. It was a small plane. We didn’t want to wait for other people to fill up the plane, so we opted for a private flight (it was only $5 more). We had a pilot and copilot. The cessna we were flying in was very nice and felt new. Before we knew it, we were off.
PRIVATE TOUR. WHAT!
While the pilot flew, the copilot pointed out the different pictures down below. The first image was difficult to see, but once we got the hang of it, the rest were much easier to detect. Here was the problem. We were in a small plane. It was hot. There was no airflow, so we were sweating. There’s the first set of problems. The second set of problems was with the pilot’s flying. He would fly in tight circles around all of the images. At times, it felt like the wings were perpendicular to the ground. He would turn the plane so tightly, we could feel the pressure in our stomachs. The first few pictures were no problem, but then it started settling in….the nausea. I’m not sure who felt it first, and thankfully Javier was tougher than I was, because there was no way I would have been able to concentrate to take pictures. As it was, it took all of my willpower to look out the window down below to just see the images and not vomit everywhere. We were supposed to see some aqueducts, but we were both so sick, we told him to turn back. Javier and I don’t get motion sickness very easily. Actually, neither of us have ever been sick.
The humming bird. Nazca lines, Peru.
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We have flown in a cessna before with no problems, as well as regular planes and helicopters. This flight was something else. Neither of us vomited, but we both said it was the closest we had ever been. What was this pilot thinking?? He wasn’t dangerous by any means, but just terrible. We are definitely not the first and won’t be the last to feel this way with his flying. We were both annoyed that our trip turned out this way. Needless to say, we would not recommend the company we flew with, nor the Nazca lines in general. The professional pictures are much better than anything you can see in person.
We had some lunch, which helped a bit, but both of us were worried about the bus trip to Ica. We grabbed our bags and walked to the bus station. We hopped on the next bus to Ica, which turned out to be a hot sweaty ride. On arrival, we went ahead and booked our tickets to Lima before heading over to our hotel. We spent the rest of the night relaxing- well I relaxed, while Javier went out to buy us some water. He returned an hour later.
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The next morning we had to check out and move hotels. Our driver for the day picked us up, stopped by the new hotel so we could drop our stuff, and drove us to Tacama bodega. We took the free tour and tasting that was supposed to be in Spanish, but turned out to be bilingual thanks to the nice tour lady. We sampled both the wines and the pisco. It was a good time and we were both a bit tipsy when we left. We actually bought two bottles of special pisco, which may have been a drunk purchase. Either way, we were happy.
Marinera at the Tacama Vineyard.
As we were leaving, there was a Marinera con caballo de paso show going on. This is basically where a horse and rider dance with a barefoot woman in a brightly colored dress waving a handkerchief. Javier was so excited. He had been talking about wanting to see one of these shows, but they usually take place in the north of Peru. Lucky us! Afterward, our driver took us to la ruta de pisco where we had lunch and a pisco tasting. For the record, our lunch was some of the best food we tried in Peru. We took a pisco tour of the “artesenal” pisco distillery. The tasting was pretty bad. They offer all sorts of pisco, many of them premixed. Some of them were down right nasty, and the rest were just okay. Javier could have kept going, but by the time we left, I couldn’t stand the thought, or smell, of any more pisco.
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