Because We Can

This afternoon we say goodbye to Easter Island and return to Santiago.  While the flight to the Island took five hours, the return flight is only 4 1/2 hours thanks to the prevailing winds. Those same winds that propelled the large rafts of the Polynesian people when they originally sailed across the Pacific to Easter Island. Just think these so called primitive people were were sailing over a third of the world while the so called civilized and learned Europeans clung to their harbors for fear falling off the edge of the world. A photo of Linda beside a statue. When you can get this close to a statue it has to be a reprodution, unless you don't read the signs, that is. In this case it actually is a reprodution. Linda, the tab top girl did her best to reduce the number of tabs on the Island.  She found more tabs by themselves than she ever has. She's picked up enough of them I just hope she doesn't get cited for importing aluminum without a commercial license. Bail Bon...

I'll begin today with a bit of backtracking, but only because I posted so many photos yesterday that my mind turned to mush and I forgot to post a photo of the only beer, Mahini, brewed on the Island. I tried the porter and while it was good, I do appreciate good porters, thus in my book, which you are reading, it is nothing to write home about. Something that I just did. Mush Mind Bob. My Marty McFly moment consumated, we move forward to this morning when we visited the local Catholic church. I should mention that on the Island there is only one of everything, excluding restaurants, hotels, souvenir places, rental shops and something else I can't remember at the moment. Oh yes, tour companies. To say the art work in the church was different than what we are used to seeing would be spot on. Obviously the most highly skilled job on the Island is the telephone lineman. This tangle of wires looks to be on the verge of becoming a mini gordinian knot. It looks like the telephon...

Our guide Sophie said it best today, "No one would come to Easter Island if there were no statues." Linda told Bob, "Everyone who reads the blog wants to see photos of the statues". Bob asked Linda, "How am I going to know which of the 300 plus pictures of statues I should post today?" Linda said, "You write the blog, you figure it out." Readers, I want you to know if you're don't agree with the photos I posted, blame it on Linda. I just hope those aren't my last words. I know you are torn between looking at the pictures and reading my writing, so I'm going to start right off with a picture of the side of a statue taken by Linda. This should get all the debate over about looking at statues or reading what I wrote about the statues. It's alright if you just want to look at the pictures, I really want feel bad. Much. Now that we have the photo of the statue out of the way how about a picture of the most remote gas station i...

Another very early morning with breakfast at 6:30 local time and consisting of pre-made  little triangles of cheese and ham on thin white bread. There was also a cup of unsweetened plain yogurt which was very strong tasting and very good. Hard as it may be to believe, neither of us took a photo of it, though with it being white bread and white yogurt on a white plate it wouldn't have made very good photo anyway. Considerate Bob. After that we stood in line. No, really, that's what we did. Being Sunday, there was only one flight to the Island, but it was on a 787 that completely full. First we waited to get our boarding passes. The line extending far out into the terminal from the back and forth marked off area. While we waited in line our guide was doing all she could to have our luggage on this flight. It had arrived from Miami, but the big question was would it be transfered to our flight before we pulled away from the gate. If so there will be smiles in the baggage area o...