The Swiss expedition, being equally impressed with the passing scenery, involve themselves taking pictures from every angle. At nightfall a very definite chill sets into the air. Promptly upon resuming travel, a large number of passengers brings out heavy blankets, wool hats, and similar paraphernalia suitable for anarctic ice storm, leading the four in the final seats to believe that perhaps the cold might intensify. By midnight the bus reaches Nazca, the point of departure from the PanAm Highway, where the road heads eastward to Cuzco. Colombian ruanas are the salvation for some but even piling towels on top of towels is useful.
Morning comes slowly as the road begins to wind and climb into the Andes foothills.
Civilization encountered, void of luxuries. Homes in the area usually consist of piled stone structures with straw roofs, as large boulders and dust are by far the most plentiful materials in sight. The light of morning brings recognition of a distinct change in landscape. Rolling grasslands and semi-vegetated foothills have replaced the grey sand mountains of the coast. The hours pass slowly as the newness of the trip wears off and accumulation of dust limits both breath and enjoyment.