South America | Peru | Southern Peru | Southern Coast | Nazca Lines – Each country has an Alma Baldwin
Whilst said companians flew low above the Desert plane and looked at mummified Indians (call me pathetic …. but I saw Poltegeist too many times as a kid to join them in that trip too) I enjoyed the delights of Nazca town. Such a refreshing place after Lima, nobody trying to sell me pieces of crap (forgve my hard decription) or take my beloved possesions.
Yes, yet again I found myself a place to drink coffee and smoke ciggerettes whilst spying on the locals going about their business. I was quite taken aback by the owner, she was the spitting image of Alma from Corrie (sorry if you have never seen it) but with nutbrown skin ….. believe me it was uncanny. It seems to me that most tourists arrive in the town fly over the lines and leave as quickly as they can, given the warm welcome I got by the locals (keen to talk to me, not to sell me things).
I spent the good part of 2 hours sat in the town square talking to a guy of a similar age who was on holiday form Lima, keen to learn about British culture and help me with my Spanish.
When I met up again with the other travellers, I found they seemed rather dismayed by their trip over the lines (though the graveyard was reported to be good) leaving me with the feeling I had made the right decision. Back to Alma’s cafe for dinner (Beth, the only British companion, was most amuzed at the doppelganger owner) and then the night bus to Arequipa.
I could have happily stayed in Nazca for days mixing with the locals, but time is a ticking. Nazca is a very pleasent and I fully recomend anyone stoping to see the lines to also spend a bit of time enjoying the town for what it is.