Who Lives on Easter IslandWho' s on Easter Island?
Eastern Island / Easter Bunny
When I flick through my pass with almost two hundred postage stamps and look back on my 185 entries in my WordPress blogs, many contributions on Tripitani or Trip Bloggers Unite and my 75 responses on Trip Advisor, I realised that I had become a fan. Through a variety of convergent conditions, of which not least the right wife marries, I can go to and report on places of exotics, luxuri? and everyday life.
I' ve seen many travelogues from other blogs, some of which can really tell a tale. That' s what I think travelling should be about, to tell tales so well that folks go there themselves. I think that those who do not have a pass and use it are robbed themselves.
Above all, a good journey should be for me amusing, or ironical, disrespectful. When I last reviewed the contributions that make up this volume of a blogs, I realised that my favourite travelling event was not there. This omitment is due to the fact that years before I began blogs, indeed years before blogs began.
At the beginning of the 90s I lived a big live as an ex-pat in Chile. Easter Island was then a simple flying site from Santiago de Chile. The Easter Island is part of Chile, and LAN makes it cheap for Chileans to go back and forth to see the whole host families or to buy Pisco.
So, I reserved the reduced fare and was on my way to unravel the "mystery of Easter Island". I' m going to spoil myself by tell you a few fast things about the secrets of the island before coming back to history. It'?s easy to explain. The Easter Island was an escape site for the space shuttle.
It is still serving the island long and broad. Next puzzle is, where am I going to be? At the beginning of the 90s the Holiday Inn had not just spotted Easter Island. Once you went into the lukewarm atmosphere, and before you could see the shaky palm trees or the scent of the cathedrals, you were greeted by islanders with picture album.
The shared notion of the true secret of Easter Island, however, is the Moai. It is only one kit of many different Maois and many more custom Maois on the island. Since the island's inhabitants were growing before they were "discovered" by the Spaniards, the Emperor needed something to keep them occupied.
It was the only number of humans who could go fishing or farming. With the exception of a few males, the mai did not fight off the Spanish, who slaved them all and sent them to work in Peru's goldmines. Let's get on with the story. I had five remaining to discover the island after it took me two whole day to complete the puzzle.
It' a beautiful place full of hotfolk. I' d seen the whole island, and on my last outing I went to the mail to buy and mail postcards. Situated on a rugged rocky promontory with desks and seats to admire the views and write your postcard home.
It was to thank the Easter Bunny for the candy she found on Easter mornings. Said that her mom always made sure she thank them. When she asked what it was like to be on a far-away island, I had a few mates. Yeah, I like being on my island.
All my buddies are made out of rock and don't move or speak, so it's no pleasure to be playing with them. They' all have the same name, Moai, so I'm making up a name for them. And because you sent me this note, just tell your mom what you want for Easter this year.
About what do travellers speak, except about travelling. We' re comparing the tales for a few laps. So when the interview came to me, I bore her with tales about Machu Pichu and so on, then I told her about the visit to Easter Island. Since I didn't want to be recognised as the motherfucker, I just kept quiet and concentrated on the humor of a small worid and the miracles of travelling.
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