Most people only come to Nazca for the famed Nazca Lines—and justifiably so, since they are probably the most unique thing I have seen anywhere in the world. But since most visitors fly in, fly over, and fly out, the Nazca cemetery at Chauchilla is not frequently visited, which is a shame since it boasts some exceptional mummies. My driver at Nazca might very well deserve an award for being the world’s youngest cab driver—he was only 12, and not particularly competent, but then again once you head out on the dirt roads there is not much coming traffic to worry about. He also turned out to be extremely handy. The battery on my film camera had died; it was a non-standard battery, and I would never find the likes of it in a dusty hole like Nazca, but the kid told me he would find me one if I would be willing to give him a tip at the end of day. He pulled into the parking lot of a restaurant, and got out of the car and told me to wait. About ten minutes later he returned with the exact same battery, and drove off very quickly. He didn’t explain how he had managed to acquire the battery, but there was a bus for a Japanese tour group parked in the lot, and I highly suspect that he figured one of them would have the same battery, and rifled through their bags while they were in the restaurant. In any event, whether it was morally right or wrong, these pictures exist thanks to that kid.