After a great few days in Lima and an amazing puente-ing adventure, Becca headed further south to Paracas to do something she’d dreamed of doing since her arrival in Peru nearly two years earlier: take a plane over the Nazca Lines. After a long, sleepy early morning bus ride and a bit of confusion with the car that picked her up, she arrived at the nearby airport armed with her camera and her motion sickness pills.
She was relieved to find that the sight of the little 10 passenger plane didn’t scare her at all and that she was in fact mostly just excited to board and take off. Though, looking around at the family of nine non-English speaking Russians that boarded with her, she wasn’t sure she’d have much company…
Ok, she might have been a little nervous about the flight too.
They first flew for about a half an hour over farms, towns, and most stunningly, over other worldly dunes that made Becca wonder for a moment if they hadn’t somehow landed themselves on the face of the moon.
As they reached the edge of the lines, the pilot explained that he would be angling the plane over each formation so that the wing pointed to it and we would hang sideways over it. He would then turn around and show the other side of the plane. Becca’s stomach clenched and she silently thanked the universe that she’s taken her dramamine.
The first line they approached was simple, a triangle:
Then the astronaut:
Hummingbird:
Condor:
…This….
Monkey:
Hands:
Becca had just begun to feel a little ill when they turned back on their way to airport, but the unfathomable views as they returned cured her quickly.
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