We arrived in Nazca at midnight having driven for many hours in terrible conditions in the dark. After a restful night, we headed south to Chile along the coast. Curt had seen the petroglyphes of Nazca many years ago, so there wasn't much to do in Nazca except leave.
The southern coast of Peru / northern coast of Chile is not a place for a breakdown, even I knew better than to test it here. But I couldn't resist trying, so I started to leak oil out of the front and rear differentials, and the transfer box. We pulled into a one horse town, found a man with a pit, and Curt had a look at the seals on the diffs. Nothing he could do would stop my leaking. So to my surprise, he just kept driving south into the extremely hot dry desert; the real Atacama, the one that hasn't seen rain in thousands of years.