As soon as we arrived in Nazca, we were hounded by hawkers selling flights over the lines. We took our time and found our hotel. At the hotel we met a friendly fellow traveller who gave us some tips on who to use for our flight and also some tips on other things to do here in the desert. Jo managed to get herself a corn on the cob after panicking that she would never see one ever again. The next morning we had a small breakfast (as this was recommended for inexperienced fliers!) and got to the airport for the video intro and then the flight over the Nazca lines. Jo went first and got her flight in quick. Dave went next with some bloke who was sick from take-off to landing, even his girlfriend was pushing him out the way so she could see out of the window better whilst he was being sick. We saw an astronaut, a humming bird, monkey etc and flew around the complete circle. Jo struggled to keep from being ill and did really well, until a couple of miles from home when she gave up and was sick in the bag. Dave with his iron stomach kept it together on his flight and even considered a small dinner mid-flight but the in flight canteen was closed. After the flights, we finished off the video and learnt all about how the lines were made (the darker stones were removed to reveal lighter ones below) - although the reasons for them being there seem to be unknown even now. Later on, we found ourselves in the middle desert looking at some mummified bodies. The weather was smashing - a full blown sand storm in the middle of nowhere. The mummies were left to their own devices and we wandered off with the tour group to a local artist to see his craft. There was an emphasis on buying but as per usual, we weren't having any of that. Next stop was a gold makers where we watched them take the gold from the ground and make it into different objects. This time Jo actually bought some earings (although waited till the next day so she didn't look too keen!). Later that evening we went to a nice restaurant for a bit of R&R. As we left the restaurant, the band started playing and although we'd seen them perform for all of 30 seconds, as we left, they asked for money. On receipt of a big fat zero, they got shirty and swore at us as we walked out. In true English style, they got a taste of their own medicine and received an good old fashioned earfull back at them. The next morning, with hair raising precision, we rushed out to the viewing platform to have a last look at the lines from a different angle and caught the bus back (calling in at the gold monger on the way) to the hotel. Then we boarded the long distance bus and got ourselves back on the way to Lima - the last stop of our tour.