Heading to Tumbes, the last town in Peru we flew over
the coast and visited every fishing village and beach, enjoying flying extremely low level. Then the first palm trees appeared that symbolise so well the tropics.
We passed the Equator line at 2.10 p.m. on that 8th of May watching the numbers and degrees on the GPS coming to 0. A special moment in our trip. We turned around and around, passing over the Equator and went back from the Northern Hemisphere to South again, then flew North to the border of Colombia. Jungle appeared and vegetation started to stretch all around from the beaches to endless horizon - a fantastic garden. Even the smell of flowers and rotten leaves was floating high around our buzzing, dancing machines. The scents of our unique Earth's lungs, the perfumes of the marvellous "Selva tropicale"..