Perú, now headed by its very first Oxford-educated president, is a state with a handful of unique ancient cultures. One of them was Nazca, with the famous
alien-made lines seen from the sky or a nearby hill near the town of the same name.
To get there, one may get a bus super duper early in the morning, travel for like seven hours, stay for several hours, before taking the same trip back to Lima.
Once there, just get on any car that offers to take you to the tiny airport, and buy a ticket from any of the companies there. They have constant flights, and trust me, you don’t want a long trip up the sky.
To allow tourists to observe the graphs easily, the pilot flew the mini-jet sideway and it made everyone felt sick. I kept my composure though.
It’s quite a bit of a hassle getting there, and very uncomfortable. Basically like HRH The Duchess of Cambridge’s all three pregnancies happening at the same time. And it lasted for hours, but I guess still it was worth it.
The town itself had nothing of interest. Good food though. In fact, Perú’s got some good food in general.