Remember that time I tried to hitchhike in San Pedro de Atacama?

Well I didn’t even have to stick out a paw this time.

Pokin and Nick were walking back from sunset in the pouring rain while I huddled in the backpack and I guess a guy took pity on us all, pulled over, and offered us a ride.

Coincidentally, he turned out to be the owner of our hotel, and he’s lived on Easter Island his whole life, as did his grandfather and his grandfather’s grandfather.

Only the Rapa Nui are allowed to own land on the island.

So much for my plans for island buying domination for this place.

Well I guess my bear tin funds need some recovery time from being decimated by Nicholas anyway!