Jonny, you have gone and done it again. Being a traveller just seems to have made me even more of a big emotional girl, and I didn't think that was possible! My heart seems to be prone to certain strong feelings, lets just put it like that. Our time spent in Nazca was brief, since there is only really one reason to go there in the first place - to see the ¨Nazca Lines¨. These are a collection of hundreds of elaborate designs in the desert surface, and nobody knows where or why they came from to be honest! Anyway, sfter arriving at 430am, will still got hounded by tour agencies as soon as we stepped off the bus - even at that time, and I was quite proud of the meticulous response I gave them all despite feeling narky as hell. To cut a long day short, the hostel we stayed in for the rest of that night was crap, and we spent the next day trying to avoid being hounded by them, booking a tour of our choice, and finding a new hostel - all exciting stuff! Tuesday morning we saw the lines, which you have to do from a small aircraft that flies over them whilst banking completely on its side to give you the best view. After the third or fourth time, I didn't rightly care that beneath me was an ancient ¨drawing¨ of a 90m long monkey, I was just concentrating on not spewing all over the immaculately dressed pilot and his dashboard! Anyway, drama over, we jumped on a bus to Ica and tried to have a conversation with an 8 year old school kid who seemed quite intruiged by us, and then caught a cab to the nearby oasis of Huacachina - a small resort completely surrounded by huge sand dunes! Here was the place where we were gonna get our long overdue chillout time ' supposedly! Here was also the place where we had planned to meet up with Juliane, who was on the Inca Trail with us, and who I had always had a soft spot for ever since I met her. Th next five days were then spent mainly with her, catching some rays next to the pool by day, proping up the bar by night, and getting to know an incredible person every minute in between! Also in Huacachina was Jules, who we have now met in five different places - Rio, Iguacu, La Paz and Cuzco being the previous ones! So for most of the time the four of us just chilled out, although at some point all of us were feeling far from 100% for whatever reason, with KB being the worse and treating our dorm room to his speciality projectile vomit. With him deemed more useless than usual on Thursday, me and the two girls headed out in the dune buggys to try our hand at sandboarding. Being an expert on snow, Juliane was soon putting Jules and I to shame, and I really did spend more time in the sand falling down the dunes rather than gracefully gliding down - although I did have one good attept when I did really well, and then got thoroughly annoyed with myself on the next go when I couldn't do it again - doesn't sound like me at all does it?!?! The buggys were as much fun as the boarding, and depsite the sand literally still being with me three showers later, it was all great fun. During our stay in Huacachina, Karl met his hero - a complete extrovert who strutted around the place and called himself a "desert hunter"! He actually asked us if we wanted to spend a night in the desert with him, and help him drag a mertiorite back to his base camp! No thank you! For a many number of reasons, Karl and Jules left for Lima on the Friday, meaning just Juliane and I were left behind to have some quality time together, which was really, really nice. On Saturday morning we did a half day trip to the Islas Ballestas where there are loads of wildlife - a somewhat cheaper alternative to the Galapagos Islands! We were quite lucky in what we saw; penguins, dolphins, pelicans, sea lions and hundreds of birds all freely dropping their loads over the dozens of toursist boats! The trip to the island itself was nice, but was spoilt by the fact that the tour as a whole was the biggest farce I have ever known in my life - we were basically left to sort everything out ourselves through about half a dozen different people, none of who really knew themselves what the hell was going on. If Juliane wouldn`t have been able to speak Spanish, we would have been screwed. Not quite the R & R that was needed! After five brilliant days of being with seriously one of the most amazing people I have ever met, on Sunday we caught a bus together up to Lima and then said goodbye at the most romantic of locations - the parking bay of a bus station in one of the most hectic cities in the world! Not much was said as lots had been already, except a promise that that was not going to be the last time we ever saw each other............hopefully a couple of months is all we will have to wait! Then I had to console myself alone in a heaving bus station whilst I waited for Carlos, Jules and Karl to come and pick me up. Easier said than done.........! Jonny