Fog, to mist, to flying skies

8 Aug What a yucky way to start the day. Around 4 am, truck noise woke us up. We were planning on getting up at 5:15 to be on the road by 6, so there was a lot of tossing and turning for over an hour. Once Roger decided it was almost light enough to leave, we headed out. The first trick was to make a U turn across a semi-divided highway. Roger got lucky and executed it with no problem. Then his luck ran out for a while. Within 15 minutes of leaving we started climbing and the mist turned into fog. It was very thick fog, plus the driver's side windshield wiper started to malfunction. Roger was bending over to get a clear spot of the windshield while I was telling him left curve or right curve depending upon the road signs. (Mom, I'm writing this so it means we made it out of the fog.) We were told that it should be an easy drive to Lima by the Police yesterday. Ha! Once we got down to the coast closer to Lima we hit traffic starting at Callao. The PanAm Hwy does not go thru Lima, but the traffic didn't know this. The road actually goes east of central Lima, but the geographic area of Lima is probably the same size as the geographic size of Jacksonsville FL. Roger took on the little taxis with skill, as well as cars that refused to travel in their respective lanes. At times a marked three lane road had 5 cars across. For a while we had a bus run interference for us, but we lost Marco Polo at a toll plaza. Yes, people pay money for the aggravation of random lane traffic. We were finally south of Lima by 8:30 and Roger was a relieved "conductor." The rest of today's drive was very uneventful when compared to how our day started. Around 3 pm we pulled into the Nazca airport. We had a bucket list item to see the Nazca lines. We took a half hour plane line to see 13 out of 20 of the lines. Way cool. There are several different theories, as well as legends, as to how the lines were formed and why. Regardless the general thought is that the Nazca indians created the lines around 0 AD, give or take a few years. We're spending the night at the Nazca Airport, one of the few nuggets we got from Norm as to where to stay. He was the King of withholding useful information. Anyway tomorrow is yet another day south. In case you're curious, we're approximately 15 degrees south, 75 degrees west. Since we're "camping" at the airport and finished early, Roger pulled the windshield wiper off and is going to Sailor rig it to hopefully fix the problem. Regardless, he'll be swapping his side for my side. I just hope it works.