Nazca and Huacachina

Weather... The sunny desert once more.

Llama Count... Happy happy 0.

So I survived the deathly bus ride. It was worse than being on a boat, there were a ridiculous amount of turns, each one including a cliff on one side. Long live travel sickness pills! I was not the one vomiting into the sick bag.

Finally after a sleepless night the bus reached Nazca, which is a bit of a dead end desert town, despite having a famous name. Having heard plenty of scary stories about the flights, and feeling very lucky to be alive after the bus...I take the wimpy option and catch the local bus to the mirador (look out.) I can see three of the shapes, the hand, the crazy tree, and the crazy frog, which is a lot more artistic than the song by the similar name.

After about an hour and a half of roasting in the desert sun I catch another two hour bus to a nearby Oasis called Huacachina. The desert has no cliffs, I like the desert.

Huacachina is world famous for its sand boarding championships. In the afternoon I take a sand buggy out into the desert. This is amazing fun. It is like a roller-coaster on sand, and the driver is definitely on the super side of crazy. Before long he has everyone tobogganing downhill on their stomachs on boards, and then we get to give sand boarding a go. After years of horses trying to throw me off the sand board stands no chance, and with the exception of one time where I land flat on my face my attempts at going downhill are remarkably incident free.