
This was quite a climb at times to get to the places where
there were unfinished Moai left in the side of the volcanic hillside. One place
reminded me of the Catholic churches of Europe that have old crypts in their
basements with a carved sarcophagus.
It was amazing to imagine the work that went into these and
the number of them! I can’t believe they could get one done in less than a
couple of years and then to move them so far to set them up had to take
considerable time. I asked our guide how the society could survive if all of
their efforts went into making Moai. He thought that probably the rest of the
population supported the artists who were making the statues by supplying their
food. No starving artists sale here.
On the way down we stopped to admire one Moai who obviously
had a beard and a bald head and another whose nose reminded me a bit of Bob
Hope. Almost to the bottom, our guide asked if we wanted to look at the
volcano’s crater. Nine sweaty, panting tourists looked at each other and shook
our heads. The guide just smiled. He was probably at least less than half our
average ages.
From the quarry we had enough of a drive to cool us down in
heavenly air conditioning. The last stop on the agenda was Anakena Beach. When
we arrived, we had to squeeze in among a dozen or more larger minibuses and
tons of little jeeps that were probably rentals. This was the week of a festival
on the island and there were lots of outside visitors and another cruise ship
called the Peace Boat which we believed was all Japanese.
The beach was beautiful. The area reminded us of a golf
course with a really big sand trap. We walked along a wooden boardwalk past
several outdoor restaurants and past a huge tent that was obviously set up for
guests of a ship or other visitors perhaps for the festival. There was a troupe
of native dancers performing in front of it.

One lone Moai stood a little ways from the group and when we
approached it, I immediately recognized it as being familiar. I knew I’d seen
pictures of it before. When our guide began to tell the story I understood why.
Back in the late 1940s when Thor Heyerdah sailed the Kon-Tiki from Peru to the
islands of the Pacific to try to prove that the islands could have been
inhabited by Peruvians, he stopped at Easter Island. Together with the locals,
he managed to raise this Moai back up to a standing position. It was one of the
first to be put on its “feet” again.

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Moai raised by Heyerdah |
A classical guitarist played his heart out to a smaller than
usual group of guests. I’m sure it was due to the long day. Of course our
Cruise Director informed us that he was giving us an extra hour that night. I
think we all needed it. We set our clocks back and went to bed an hour earlier
than usual. The next day was another sea day. Time to catch up with photographs
and blogging and that illusive word count for the next book.
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