We are driving south to Nazca, site of the famously unexplained earthen lines and figures visible only from the sky. We stop to watch a man in his 20s slog behind a pair of oxen – rice for market will someday emerge from the muddy sludge – and make it to a cemetery 20 kms south of Nazca in time for sunset.
Some 400 tombs are reportedly dug into the foot of the world’s highest sand dune – and most have been plundered by grave robbers. Except this one – a mummified woman so startlingly intact that I leave a bottle of Don Claudio’s pisco for her travels through time.
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