We keep driving south down the coast and today we made it to Nasca. Home of the famous lines.
More desert driving and more high winds. I’m realizing the pop-top is not as secure as it once was.
We stopped at a little viewpoint tower that you can climb to see a few of the shapes. You can also see that the highway was built precariously close to some of them. We climbed up to take a look and now I can say that I’ve seen them. Interesting enough, but Angela and Bode want to take a plane ride to see them all. Decisions, decisions.