On our way down the Panamericana Sur, we also pass by Nazca, home to the mysterious Nazca lines.
After an obligatory stop by the museum dedicated to Jorg's compatriot, the late Maria Reiche, aka "La Dama de Nazca", we enter desolated Nazca territory, with the intriguing figures spread out on both sides of the Panamericana Sur (which even cuts the tail of the lizard figure!).
While we are still at around sea-level, we climb to some dazzling heights, first on the Nazca Mirador (which feels surprisingly wobbly!), and the next morning in the four-seater Cessna plane overflying the lines (admittedly the only way to fully appreciate them).
“I don’t always have answers to life’s greatest mysteries. Wait... I do. It’s aliens. ”
We get a thumbs up from our pilot for keeping our breakfasts in during the bumpy ride (many tourists appear to be less lucky :), but the countless diverging theories about the lines would cause nausea to even the most dedicated history buff.
Unsurprisingly, we continue our journey with more questions than answers. Albeit with the indispensable "see the Nazca lines before you die - check!" (and ditto diploma!) in our pocket.
