Fierce, Nicholas is not

That evening, Pokin decided she wanted to see a Rapa Nui dance and dinner show at Chez Erica.

Nicholas didn’t really want to go.

I didn’t care either way.

We ended up going.

Part of the show included face painting to make you look fierce.

I have come to the conclusion that no amount of face paint can make Nicholas look fierce.

Nicholas trying to look fierce

Part of the show also included audience participation and dancing.

I quickly came to the conclusion I wanted no part of that participation.  I stayed in the bag.

Nicholas won a necklace, which I took.

So that was great.

 

I want a better bear cave than this

While we were waiting for the sun to set at Anakena (of course we were waiting for the sunset, thanks to Pokin and her want of sunset taking pictures ways), we strolled along the coast to check out more sea caves.

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I have previously gone on record to say the way Nicholas wants a man-gaming-cave, I want a bear-gaming cave.

Let me now go on record that my bear-cave shan’t look like this.

Not my bear cave

It better be warm, comfortable, plush, and fully stocked with chocolate.

Nicholas did you take note?

Not my bear cave, really!

Onward to Anakena

Proud renters of a 4WD in paw and hand, we fetched Pokin and made our way towards Anakena, one of the only 2 white coral sand beaches on the entire island.

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Not only were there beaches, there were also two Ahu (stone platforms on which the Moai rest.)

Nicholas and I with the Anakena Moai

According to Wikipedia, the significance of Anakena is that it was the landing place of Hotu Matu’a, the Polynesian chief who led the original two-canoe settlement party to this island.

Landing spot

Makes sense to land here.  I would not be a fan of landing on any other part of this rocky volcanic island!

Improved mobility through some car rental action

Later in the afternoon, my best bear bud and I walked to town to rent a car.

For being a low-trust country, it’s certainly not a low-trust island.  We paid cash, $60.000 CLP ($120 USD) for 2 days and walked out of Rapa Nui Oceanic with a 4WD.  No deposit, no credit card, just my best bear bud’s name and some cold hard cash exchanged.

I guess it’s easy to be trusting when there aren’t a whole lot of ways to smuggle a car off this island.

Along with the 4WD, we also got a map that was nicely marked up for us.

Red roads = ok
Blue roads = not ok.
Blue roads with hand cross lines across it = definitely really not ok.

After extensive cross analysis between map and legend, we arrived to the conclusion that the only allowed roads for this car were the 2 paved highways of the island.

So why are we in a 4WD again?

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I guess it didn’t matter because Nicholas let me copilot.  I handled the stick shift.

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Drinking water and a crater lake

And across from ‘Orongo is Rano Kau, an extinct volcano, crater lake and one of 3 fresh water drinking sources on the island.

Drinking water of the island

There was a moai overlooking the crater here but the British folk took it, put it on a boat and put it on display in a British museum — in Britain.  Ah those brits.

There’s also a growing large crack on the side of the crater that’s threatening to drop the entire village of ‘Orongo into the ocean.

Crater rim - not so stable!

That’s some kind of living on the edge.

The birdmen cult, crazy rituals and a village named ‘Orongo

Continuing on, we went up to the ceremonial village of ‘ORongo, located on the southwest tip of the island.

I say ceremonial, because nobody ever lived here.

Yes that’s right, the Rapa Nui built a giant village with 53 stone huts on the side of a cliff and they never ever inhabited it.

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Then again their ancestors deforested their entire island down to the last tree in order to transport giant rock maoi across the entire place that they then later took upon themselves to topple and face plant, so why am I surprised in the slightest?

Once a year all the tribes of the island would gather at ‘Orongo for the annual manutara race.  The manutara (or Sooty Tern) is a small sea faring bird laying an even smaller egg.  These birds came by to Easter Island once a year to nest, squawking furiously in the process to announce their arrival.

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These birds then hung out on Moto Iti, Moto Kao Kao and Moto Nui, a set of small islands off of Easter Island, and the people of Rapa Nui would hold a contest to find the first egg on these islands.

It was a messy kind of a race.  Each tribe and their king would appoint a representative, and over a several day contest, the representative would start from the village, climb down the cliff, swim across shark infested waters, climb up to the islands, scramble furiously to find a tiny egg, and somehow make it back across the channel with the egg intact without dying, tripping, falling or getting killed by the fellow contestants.  After all, everything was fair game up to the point the winner was declared.

Wow it is serious.

So about those rock huts?

They were built to protect the kings during the race so that rival tribes who of course hated each other wouldn’t try to assassinate one another at night.  The kings only used these huts to sleep in for the 3-4 days once a year.

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Of course I wondered –

Why not just kill everyone by smoking them in the hut?

What about during the day when everyone is out watching the race?

Or on arrival or on departure?

And to think, this contest happened yearly.

I am confused.

Crazy rituals.

Caves and courting cannibalism

Today we did a morning tour.

I wasn’t really sure I wanted to go on a tour, but by the time I woke up I was already in a bag and voices in spanish and english could be heard.  I guess I was going on a tour.

Our first stop was Ana Kai Tangata, one of the hundreds of caves littered around the island.

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This cave was extra special.

First it was a ceremonial cave.  The cave walls were lined with petroglyphs that were painted using shark oil and clay.  That’s hardcore.

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Second during the dark period some tribe folk would hide in this cave and hunt down passing humans.

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And eat them.

Nicholas tried to tell me that bears eat humans too.  One swift smack later, he remembered that spirit bears are a hot cocoa and chocolate consuming kind of bear. Cannibalism and human eating just sounds all too messy.

Hitchhiking in a the rain

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!