Taking flight

We are back on the road again. We left Cuzco and our Tia hoping to forget the taste of Qui (Guinea Pig). We had a great time in Cuzco and Machu Picchu, but I am glad to be off the main tourist track again. We drove west through the mountains, aiming for Nazca. The road was windy and we found my favorite sign in the world. No deje piedras en la pista (don´t leave rocks in the road.... really!). It was hard to resist, but we didn´t leave our rocks. We think the reason they have this sign is because when people are hearding their livestock they throw rocks to stear them. So please if you appreciate the roads, just take your rocks with you.
We stopped along the way in a small town for a night sleep and some nourishment. While waiting for Laura, a cop noticed our ¨different¨ looking car and asked me where we were going. He was completely confused when I told him that we were going to stay here. He asked why, which didn´t instill a whole lot of confidence in our choice of town. However, we found decent hostal with a pretty good restaurant downstairs. The next morning we were up and ready pretty early for the hours ahead of us. We went back to the restaurant for some breakfast, we paid a dollar and thought we were getting some toast and coffee. Then they brought us a plate with a slice of beef, rice, potatoes and gravy. It is called segundos (seconds), and is the leftovers from the night before. Dad, I found your Mecca! After a long drive I noticed the car pulling a little and sliding around turns. We had another flat tire, however it was loosing air very gradually. We used our compressor a couple of times to get us the last few miles into Nazca. We fixed the tire and booked our flight for the next day to see the mysterious Nazca lines.
We awoke to a pretty cloudy day, and thus our flight was delayed a few hours. Thank god for phones, we were able to stay in bed and sleep a couple more hours. The flight was short and our pilot didn´t have much to say about the lines, in fact no one really knows what they are. They are massive lines, scraped into the desert floor thousands of years ago. Some of them are around 500 feet long. The flight was fun, and nauseating, however a little overpriced. On our way out of town we drove by a viewing tower where you could see some of the lines which cost a quarter. That would have been a much cheaper option!