Piscoed on life

Monday June 22, 2015
Rapa Nui
Day 13 (part 3)  
You have to tear yourself away from the magic of Ahu Tongarki. It is the kind of special place you could happily spend a day, just sitting there, staring at those enigmatic statues, watching them as the light changes. We cannot continue east to Peninsula Poike, which is a barren looking place, not suitable for vehicles, so instead Hannes drives our jeep on to Anakena, up on the north coast. The beach here is picture postcard perfect and looks more Fiji than the Isle of Skye. There are plenty of palm trees, gorgeous white sand and turquiose clear water that looks as inviting as a Bounty advert, minus the Bounty girl. To top this off there are loads of moai on a well-placed ahu, at the edge of the beach. What a setting! Paradise beach and moai combined and more moai on the beach than people!! I should mention though that the water is about the same temperature as the English North Sea in September, but at least Hannes and I each manage five minutes in the Pacific, admiring the crazy surreal backdrop as schools of little blue fish inquisitively surround us. Sunbathing on Easter Island. Can you believe it? We are both extremely lucky boys.


Instead of doing a late afternoon hike we retire to the hotel for an afternoon of pisco in the beautiful polynesian garden. It is about 20 degrees and the air smells wonderfully fresh. The car cost us £35 between us and the fuel only ran in at £4 so we go for the pisco sour and the pisco mango to celebrate our epic day of adventure.


I probably shouldn't mention it, but I will, that we end the evening hanging out on a Hanga Roa street corner with the wild dogs watching the world go by, swigging from pisco bottles like a couple of delinquent teenagers. It sounds silly and it is silly but it is strangely enjoyable.