Lima at last part 2

To continue...

Friday:

I woke in Puquio warmer than I went to bed and rose determined to make Nazca and see the lines. I was still sneezing and snotty as I had been the day before alas. After being stung for breakfast by the sore faced mizogs of Puquio I went into the yard to greet Sir Humphrey to find him and the rest of the crew chatting; must have been a Llama Tigger contact:

On leaving Puquio I could this time enjoy the roads bordered by green hillsides but after a while the green disappeared replaced by the beige yellow of sandy mountains where nothing grew bar the quality of the road and its tarmac:

It didn´t seem long, probably as I was enjoying the road so much, until Emily guided me seemlessly to Nazca airport where in 5mins I was mooching about waiting for my flight over the lines. An hour later, pouring with sweat from the 35+deg heat at near sea level I was heading for a little Cessna followed by a gut with a fire extinguisher, reasuring.

15min later we were in the air and I was quickly reminded how intollerant these little craft were to wind and turbulance as I hit my head on the ceiling and window and this made photography very difficult. Despite this the ride was what I would have normally called fun having never been made to feel queezy by bike, car, train, plane, rollercoaster, gyroscope or centrifuge. I did not feel this way this time.

I hadn´t any lunch to up chuck fortunately so I breathed deeply through it and tried to enjoy the sights:

The whale:

The astronaut (looks like an alien to me!):

My fave, the monkey:

The hummingbird (well part of it):

The condor:

and the Pam-American highway:

As the pilot announced that we had seen the last geoglyph and we were heading back to the airport something changed and I felt dramatically worse and grabbing a bag blew chunks or more precisely mucousy cola. After a min I felt much better and was far more concerned for my embaressement at the sight sound and possible smell for my 3 fellow tourists. Havinf brushed my teeth back in the airport I felt well enough to carry on and as it was only just gone the lunching hours I pledged to head for Lima as 4000m+ freezing rain was less likely.

The Pan-American highway from Nazca started as a lane each way and as we closed on Lima got progressively wider and billboarded until I was steaming between lane discipline ignorant traffic on a 5 lane highway. Emily took me to the address of the first tyre shop which turned out to be a block of flats. The second was a Honda dealer with only a front tyre for Sir Humphrey and the 3rd which looked to have potential was shut. I found a hotel that rented rooms by the 12hr slot, had a guarded car park and resigned myself to not leave Lima until Sunday morning with hopefully a brace of new rubber.

I´ll report back later if I am lucky with respect to this plan.

TTFN,

TiggTrecheriTummeriouser