There were seven of us squeezed into the tiny Cessna. A pilot and co-pilot up front, The Husband and me in the middle, and a French family in the back.
It didn’t take long to get up in the air and into the barren desert between Nazca and Palpa, site of the famed Nazca geoglyphs.
The lines were actually very difficult to see at first, but the pilot agrressively dipped the wings and rotated the aircraft around each site to give all of us a good view.
Here’s the astronaut man, which is one reason why some believe the Nazca lines were etched into the ground by space aliens.
You can see him better here.
These were constructed around the year 400, so it’s remarkable they have lasted so incredibly well. The purpose of the lines is unknown, but most seem to think these figures have some kind of religious significance.
Or maybe some guy in ye olde Nazca really, really liked monkeys — which you can see here.
This is some kind of crazy ancient bird.
This is my favorite. I think it looks like a baby chick with an awkward case of enlarged feet.
About five minutes into the flight, as the plane dipped and twirled around the site, the French dad grabbed for his airsick bag. Then the mom puked. And finally, their son joined in with some projectile vomit. They heaved and retched for the remainder of the 35-minute ride.
The mom apologized and said, “We are sorry. We are French.”
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