The run felt easy after the breathlessness of walking at 4,000m and above, and the humidity for once welcome after the dry mountain air. To be honest, I didn't find much to inspire me running around Nasca. The main square - Plaza de Armas - is pleasant enough, but the streets were mostly busy with hooting taxis, dirty and dusty. On the upside, I ran at dusk, with a bright moon dominating a clear sky, deep blue above and dusky purple on the horizon, just too early for the first stars to be appearing.
The reason I was in Nasca (along with most of the other tourists) was for a half hour flight over the Nasca Lines. The pilot and copilot pointed out the main images in the desert, all clearly visible from both sides of the six-seater plane. There are many more geometrical shapes and paths radiating out from certain points.
|Ready for take off|