A Night in Nazca

Settled into our swank digs (a third-storey ´penthouse suite´ with a great view), Simon and I strolled around the charming town of Nazca.  We had a simple dinner and then dipped into some the Tacama wine we´d brought along. 

Again, it It seems that with my broken Spanish I´d agreed to go out with Diana and a couple of her friends that evening...Perhaps not the best idea given we were supposed to be on a ultralight airplane early the next day...oh well. 

The evening turned out to be quite amusing.  The two ladies, whose names I can´t remember, turned out to be quite pleasant Icans (residents of Ica...?) who were quite adept at exploiting the apparent generosity of a couple of gringos.  We went to a disco that was totally cheesy and filled with locals.  Essentially, Simon and I were sugar daddies for the evening...heck, a sole is at $0.30 Canadian and quart sized beers were at 6 soles...oh well. 

Observatio: I am by no means tall, but in this country, I feel like a giant.  It was a first for me, being able to look over the heads of most bar patrons.  The fact that our ´guests´were less than 5 feet tall also helped...