Okay, I've already attempted to tell this tale once and lost it all into cyberspace, so here goes again.
It was strange from start to finish, though it grew bizarre as the day went on, becoming normal only after a Pisco Sour! That's just the kind of day it was! Now Lima is a big city and we know about cities, but the land around Lima is desert, stark desert that makes Reno look verdant.
So--planning for this day began about a year ago. I'd heard of the Nazca Lines, drawings, often miles long, on the desert floor some distance south of Lima. We contracted with a company for a day tour: four hours south on a bus, then a 90 minute flight to see the lines, reverse and we're back in Lima! Simple, right? Wrong again. Oh, those rose-colored glasses of mine; they just cannot imagine the complications. Now we did see the lines, and they were incredible, but let me share the day with you.
Up at 5:00--before breakfast is available, pre-arranged cab doesn't show, 30 minute ride to bus station, then a four-hour ride on a bus like this:
Let me show you what we saw en route: lots of desert, some of the driest country in the world is the Atacama Desert just south of here in Chile. It's arid strip of land continuing into Peru, caused by the strong rain shadow of the high Andes since the jet stream in the southern hemisphere blows from east to west.
Sometimes I saw waves crashing on the beach, sometimes clusters of houses, sometimes a small hotel with struggling palm trees, but the land was ceaselessly arid and totally barren.
Passing through a town we saw tuk-tuks: small, three-wheeled vehicles with barely room for a driver in front and two passengers crowded in the rear. They look like this:

And in action, they zoom through traffic like this:
Apparently fearless and amazing!
So after four hours-that's really kind of a long drive, you know, especially with a movie blaring in front of you as you sit in the front street of the upper story of a mega-bus, then zooming traffic accompanied by a crack in my windshield! Where has this bus been?
So we made it, transferred to a car for the drive to the local airport. Our driver, named either Cecil or Cesar, probably the latter, was gregarious and energetic, passing cars while gesticulating eagerly to Jim in the front seat. Mary Anne asked several times if we thought he was on cocaine--there's an indication for you!
Anyway we made it safely to the airport (and all the way back to Lima as you can tell by this blog!)
Here is the inside of our plane, a twelve-seater.
Note the GPS-type thing on the dashboard; that was important to me later.
I said the land was arid--
but there were beautiful landforms--

though there were some areas of agriculture, still dry-looking,
and even a rather green valley--
Meanwhile the wind is increasing--significantly! Although when I took the above pictures we were heading into the wind and pictures were simple to take, as we began navigating across the wind to see the Nazca Lines, turbulance increased a hundred-fold at least! VERY rough! I saw most of the drawings, but looking at my unstable iPad and at the moving ground from a bouncing aircraft, I was not able to get more than one photo, but it's good--
Oops! I can't locate it in my files, this blog program doesn't let me examine photos closely before inserting them, so I'll make a separate issue of it! It is one of the two hummingbirds, quite elaborate and dramatic. Mary Anne and I both have the following image, which seems to be Nazca graffiti or perhaps modern-day attempts.
Struggling through the winds on our return trip was a bit of a relief because at least I wasn't attempting to locate and photograph images on the ground. It was a rough ride, and I think almost everyone was struggling to focus and not succumb to sickness. Remember the GPS thingy? That was my focal point. Not all succeeded, but we did.
Fortunately we had time to recover before Cecil Cesar picked us up. He and Jim negotiated a tour of Parracas National Park nearby. Although initially put off it by his erratic driving (every been off-roading in Toyota sedan?) We grew to appreciate the desert landscape extolled by Cecil Cesar

and enjoyed an excellent lunch at the cluster of buildings on the right. Fresh seafood, REALLY fresh! Then a bit of time to wander and look at widlife: cormorants, perhaps some small penguins, vultures and pelicans. Have you ever seen pelican beaks so colorful?

plus colorful boats and gulls. It was a lovely and relaxing spot!
Towards town (Parracas, not Lima unfortunately) we saw flamingoes! Take my word for it, they were a distance away, always a greater distance in a photograph.

So we made it back to the bus, said good-bye to Cecil Cesar, and sighed, ready to return to our comfy hotel in Lima, totally unaware of what was yet to come. This go-round, we were seated downstairs, which was fine as we were tired and had seen what there was to see for four hours on the way south, BUT Mary Anne and Jim were in what would be called bulkhead seats on a plane, and directly in front of them was a large tv monitor running action movies. The first was of the car chase-beat 'em up genre, but it soon ended, followed by Brad Pitt in World War Z. Though I was a row back and in a single seat across the aisle, the movie was unavoidable! Visual stimulation won out though I attempted to read until the lights went out. Even looking out the window was a failure because of reflections, it was an inescapable, terrible movie! Much like Alexander's Terrible Horrible No-Good Very Bad Day, we suffered through zombies! Yes! Zombies! Fortunately Brad saved the world for us just as we arrived in Lima, so we were able to sleep through the night without fearing catastrophe!
As a final little complication, none of us had the address of our lovely Hotel Dazzler! Jim saved the day by remembering that the Brazilian Embassy is just across the street. We had a lovely, calm, safe but effective driver. Perfect. Dinner at the hotel with a Pisco Sour and bedtime at 11:30. A very long, other-worldly day. Fortunately we can laugh, and we did see the Nazca Lines!