Moai Culturemai culture
This means, if you create a Moai next to this Moai, then you get +1 culture, the more Moai is next to it. I' ve received a +5 culture max on a lone Moai tiles. It is possible to get a +6 Moai, but it is a little too risky when making maps.
I would say in this eternal match I have maybe about 15-20 basic culture of the Moai for a good half of the match (could not use it once I've done it, since I first needed to grow for my specialists). Piled up with the Sistine Chapel and television towers and the 33% cultural politics it could spare a few rounds.
This was my fastest match yet, around D279 I finished the Utopia project. Apparently at some point you'd rather have +2 food/production/luxury than culture and the Moai doesn't really do anything else. Like you can see in this screen shot, if I had built more Moai in Nuku Hiva, my growing would have been dirty.
It wasn't really that good, but I had to make all these moai for the +5 culture and the +4 culture next to it (before I set up the GE). On the archipelago charts, of course, both the Moai and the UA will have some crazy benefits.
Hopefully, a warmongers match could be quite interesting if your AI neighbor has some good coastlines where you can make more moai. And, if you make a sturdy place with 4+ culture, the AI will often prioritise it instead of bullion (even better if the coastal tile has rivers).
Isle of Easter: Explore the magic of the Moai and Rapa Nui culture
The Moai - in the native tongue - are actually full-bodied depictions of Rapa Nui chiefs and respected members of the town. Then we drove towards fifteen moai, formed by the vulcanic tufa found in the Rano Raraku stone pit, just behind the curve on the motorway. Fifteen of the 23 moai originally saved after the 1960 tidal wave that brought them, along with flora, seaweed and rubble, to the centre of Hanga Roa, more than 50 leagues into the north.
While Gustavo and I hurry to pick up our things to hit the crowd at the Rano Raraku stonemason. Well before lunch we have an appointment for a picknick at Anakena Beach. She and her man are going to Anakena Beach.
The emerald oceans softly cover the finely powdered sand of Anakena. High upstanding palms cover the long beaches and provide shadow for the lovers of the outdoors. Emerald moors of Nau-Nau, the carefully renovated statue of the seven moai, rise up to the top of the hill.
This is exactly where Rapa Nui's founders first established themselves, as the verbal legends dictate (strictly handed down by verbal propaganda). Allegedly right here, at Anakena Beach, the first Hotu'a-landed Royal Ariki arrived with his two-canoe retinue and lived in caverns around the water. We are at the far end of Anakena, near the craft and gift stalls; we admire the sight of a crystal clear breakers blowing softly over the sandy grain before retreating into Poseidon's cave in the whisper of mousse.
Seabirds retreat, eat in a dragging dew and fly towards Rano Kau, an extinguished vulcano with a fresh water craters at the end of Easter Island. You spread out over the beautifully refurbished Ahu Ko Te Riku, which is made up of only one moai. The lonely'living face' (aringa ora) in all its pristine splendour, with a purple red hair knot (the original'man-bun') and a couple of eye.
Featuring a clera of whitish corals, Iris of scorpions of red and pupil of dark observidian slices, this lonely moai gazes blindfolded at the travellers and natives who gather on the grass-covered hill and wait for the sun to set. Ahu Vai Uri and his five Moai in different states of decay are standing in the headwind as silent guards with their back to the ocean.
But like the still living Rapa Nui, who sticks to his old belief, these injured Moai still succeed in resisting the rough seas and the ever stronger wind. Coming to Te Ra'ai two hour earlier, we announced in Spanish as'un resttaurante etníco' to get together with Victor Ika, the owner of this institution and guardian of the venerable tradition of the town.
Some indigenous inhabitants, educated in the Rafa Nui convention, scoop mud onto the fabric, while Victor forms the culmination and dips the ceramic canoe or ao, which is supposed to contain the ghosts of the Caranto. Immediately before the arrival of the guest, Victor changes from his streetwear to the classical raxa nui costume with an ivory-coloured cloak, both made of cornucopia rind and covered with feather, a head ornament, a hami apron and a fibrous legs covered with trees straps around the knee.
For Victor, omu-pee keeps Rapa Nui's way of living going and assists in "staying in contact" with her deceased ancestors. Gracious handmade movements and sensuous swinging of the hip for the woman; masculine posture and fighting postures for the man. After dinner is finished, we retire to an unbelievable dinner followed by an enjoyable night with the Haha Varua culture group.
There are no torn Rapa Nui Dancer or sleek women in grass-robes swinging to the rhythm of past years.