Shit islands last part and Nazca

But it was nice, there were really many birds. After debarking Cris said goodbye to her friends the pelicans and we went to the national park Paracas. It's a desert - most of Peru's coast is, because the ocean is cold (Humboldt current from Antarctica).
In the evening we went to Nazca, where Cris would take a little Cessna plane for a swift flight over the mysterious lines before they'd get washed away by the rain. (At least we're not the only ones suffering from the weather, ha >D )
The airport was named after an archaelogist from Dresden who investigated on the lines for years, Maria Reiche; I talked to a shaman waiting for Cris; she got back fine and with empty stomach >D