Got off the bus early in the morning at 6am after an
overnight bus ride from Arequipa and the only way out of the bus station was
through all the hungry touts waiting outside the gates.
Do you want to see the Nazca Lines ??
Fly to see the Nazca Lines ??? Cheap
Bus to Nazca Lines for only 3 Sols ….
Cheap Hostel ??
Backpacker Hostels ?? Just one Block from the main square
Free Wifi ….
Hot Showers ….
The temptation of giving in to the touts even the thought if
speaking to one of them would attract a hoard more. I ignored them and walked
through but could not lose two of them which followed me where I walked. I
guess even a sneak peak at their hand held broacher’s sparked their enthusiasm
of hope.
I have good Backpacker Hostel, Cheap, one of the lady said
…. and she proceeded to show me her card all nicely printed up like a high
class international standard hostel. 10 Sols …. She said …. That was dirt cheap
about 5 SGD and I my attention was caught.
My guard was still up thou since the more you travel the
more prone you are to tricks and you be vary of them. Still I was curious since
there was once upon a time you stumble upon a diamond in small backwater towns.
Let’s have a look first I said.
Walking along the main street suddenly she turned into the
next street all the while the lady talking non-stop about how good the hostel
was and cheap and just trying to distract me from where I was going.
Backpacker Hostel ??? I asked and taking the name card away
from her for detail scrutiny.
We reach the hostel and I could not even see a signboard
which match the name card I was holding. Best I could make out of it, it was
her own house no signboard whatsoever. Now if it was a huge mansion with many
traveller in it I might have considered but this was a run-down shack with me
the only dumb traveller to fell for her bait.
Into the house I still stepped giving it some chance and up
the stairs with no railing into the second floor which was still under
construction and she opened the door to my room. It looked like her son’s room
from my point of view with the bed still unmade, doors with no locks, and some
shirts lying around.
Mmmmm …. I’ll need to think about it I said …. Walking back
downstairs all the while thinking if I did stay there I would probably be rob
that very night while asleep. I slowly without trying to look like I was
bolting out the door running away as fast as I could, politely thank her for
showing me the place and put my best poker face that I was seriously
considering it but will need to walk around a bit more
First step out the door and she yelled …. 8 Sols …. I saw
the look of disappointment in her as she watch me like a fish that took the
bait, nibble at it and got away.
Phew I was glad I have built up a nerve of boldness to
turndown awkward situations of guilt. So back to the normal routine and I found
a proper good safe hostel in Nazca.
The Nazca Lines …
Not much really to talk about it for everything can be
explain in Google. It was still astonishing what the hell these people was
thinking doodling in the middle of the dessert.
I decided to avoid the torture of air sickness and save some
money so took the 3 Sols bus out into the middle of the desert to go up an
observation tower. Mirador was the name and paid 2 sols to go up and have a
look. I thought the lines would be bigger than that but then again it was still
quite a sight. Only manage to see two of the lines out of so many so I guess
for 2 sols it’s not bad.
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