We dropped by the Santa Catalina monastry which is unbelievably photogenic and very peaceful. We managed to survive a couple of hours without setting on fire. No point boring you with the history, it´s all nun stuff.
Courtyard in cathedral
Gemma still not on fire
Not even guinea pigs are safe in God´s house
First excursion was a trip to Colca Canyon, the second deepest in the world. The deepest is a few more hours drive north. It´s a strangely beautiful area but it seems the masses of tourists have ruined the local villages by turning them into circuses.
A tasty treat for an alpaca
And a nice cup of tea
In the canyon there are a couple of condors. People come from all over the world to watch them fly here. If they flew further south they could see millions.
Condor in flight
Boys are safe, condors only eat dead stuff
The shallow end of the canyon
We packed up our bikes and bags, hid them in a cupboard at the hotel in Arequipa and then left for Nasca. Very excited of course. Here are a couple of random photos we like.
Yummy Inca Kola smells like dandelion and burt`ock and tastes like Irn Bru.
Cup of tea Katie?
Twenty minutes and 50 banked corners later we were back on the ground. Getting off the plane was the most difficult. It was like learning to walk all over again. To people watching it must have looked like we´d been dropped off after an 18 hour bender.
Obviously they couldn´t be, the ancient Nasca people didn´t build a Necropolis underground. They just left their dead to sit facing the sunset so they could enjoy that for ever. Not far from the cemetry a local family have a shed. For a small silver coin you can go in the shed and come face to face with their ancestors. Lovely.
The hair is still attached and is 3m long!
The dark patches on the hill are millions of birds