It is impossible to put into words the experience I had on La Isla de Pascuas. It may be the most beautiful place I have ever been.
To fly to the island, essentially you travel directly West of Santiago for 4.5 hours and are above the bright blue ocean the entire time. All of a sudden, you see a little tiny island below and there you are on Easter Island! My first impression was that everything reminded me of ‘LOST,’ the terrain, small communities and mysterious elements.
As we walked off the plane, we were greeted with a humid sunny day and tropical breeze, quite a change from the chilly weather we’ve been having in Viña. The airport is very cute as there is only one flight to the island every day. We chatted with a very odd but nice woman named Teresa and decided to stay in her home during our 4 nights on the island. She gave Annie and me beautiful flower leis and brought us to her home. It was a nice place with a pretty garden, and breakfast consisting of bread, marmalade and tea was provided every morning.
The first day we wandered past a beautiful cemetery into the small town of Hanga Roa. On the way we saw our first Moai, which are the large stone heads that scatter the island. The island has an extremely interesting history with many significant knowledge gaps. Nobody knows who exactly created the Moai, what they mean or the explanations for their locations on the island. It is amazing to think about the mass production and transportation necessary to make so many Moai. At one point, all of them had fallen due to a tsunami, and today about half of them have been restored back to standing. Just to give you an idea, there are over 800 Moai, most face inward towards the center of the island, some are alone, others in groups, and some have hats, and all of them sit on stone platforms. I spent a lot of time thinking about these stone figures and just really enjoyed this unsolved mystery.
A highlight for me was coming upon a grassy hill that seemed to look out over the ocean. We hopped out of the car and as we walked to the edge of the hill, we saw the most beautiful beach imaginable. One of those white sand, curved beaches that you only see in postcards of paradise. We ran down to the teal blue water and went swimming and of course, the temperature was perfect!
Equipo gringo: Jacob, Annie, me and Chaz
A nice view of Hanga Roa
Did I mention that I saw some of the most breathtaking sunsets I’ve ever seen?
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