4/12/10: Easter Island
We came to Easter Island with what we thought was a pretty large stash of food: 16 chewy chocolate chip granola bars, six chocolate chip cereal bars, six fruit and yogurt cereal bars, one package of spaghetti, two packages of spaghetti sauce, three cans of tuna, six apples, three pears, three peaches and one large box of instant oatmeal. It ended up that this only fed us for five breakfasts, one and a half lunches and two dinners. In hindsight, we really should have just brought over the entire Santa Isabel grocery store, but I suppose we wouldn’t have been able to squeeze it under the seat in front of us on the plane.
On the island itself, the prices at the grocery stores are extortionist, so for the last few days we’ve eaten out at either Cafe Hitu (great “french fries Hitu”) or Taku Vave (really good fish). Not that the restaurants aren’t extortionist as well, but at least eating out means you don’t have to do your own dishes. Today was our last full day and we visited Hitu for lunch and Taku Vave for dinner. The really sweet owner of Taku Vave gave us the gift of a shell necklace for “coming so much” and the really nice cook at Cafe Hitu nearly gave us both heart attacks with his food. It was great.
Since we had spent the entire morning and most of the afternoon indoors, taking care of some administrative things – writing, napping, reading, sitting – we decided that we’d go out to take advantage of our last day and catch an Easter Island sunset.
It’s funny, everyone was there with their big cameras to get pictures of the sunset, but let’s be honest here – if you’re not actually in the picture yourself, everyone’s pictures are the same. I mean, we all flatter ourselves that the picture we took ourselves are “better,” (and of course mine are the best) but really, they all end up looking pretty similar. Same sunset, same moai silhouettes, same clouds. I suppose this vindicates my mom for all those years of telling me, “Get IN the picture. How else will you know you were there?” How else will you know indeed? Quite the philosophical question.
Now that we’ve finished going over the events of the day, there are 2.1 other things I’d like to cover in this post: the absence of smooth transition sentences, plastic bags and gas burners.
Absence of smooth transition sentences:
Please see the sentences two sentences prior. Done.
When we first started this trip, we found we never seemed to have enough plastic bags, so we started to hoard them. Back then, plastic bags were like gold, only they were worth a lot more than they weigh. (Think on that for a minute.) We would save the ones we got when we shopped at grocery stores and we would lament the loss of a particularly good one if it wore out or if one of us accidentally poked a hole in it. Kevin even got to the point where he started designating particular bags for particular items and would look put out if I handed him “the wrong plastic bag.” As in, “Where’s the computer bag? That’s not the computer bag – that’s the sandals bag! Hey, hey, don’t put the computer in there!” I suppose the man has a point. Who wants to put their neoprene-encased computer in a plastic bag that has been used to hold sandals? Crazy people, that’s who!
As you may be able to tell, the entire plastic bag situation had gotten of hand. Our stash of plastic bags had grown to its limit. Every time I stuck my hand in the big pack to look for a clean shirt, I’d end up fishing out three empty plastic bags first. So I finally decided to do something about it. I gathered up and went through all of our plastic bags one by one, threw away the flimsy ones and neatly folded up the rest and put them in – a plastic bag. And no, the irony does not escape me.
In Charlotte we had gas burners, but they were the self-lighting kind. I really took that for granted before but now that we’ve been on the road for seven months, I can really see the genius in it. For us, lighting the gas stove is an adventure each time, one that often ends with a foot-hop/flinched hand/shout of “ow!” But I think I’ve learned the trick to it, and it is this: NO FEAR. I’ve gotten to the point where I can light one without looking like I’m trying to feed a crocodile, but Kevin is still a bit jumpy, so I offer to light the stove whenever we need to use one. Kevin watched me light one this morning in a relatively calm manner and said, “How come whenever I light it it’s like a fireball explosion?” Just remember, everyone: NO FEAR. The stove can smell it.
Puzzles for Postcards
Rhyme Time! A No Hurry Curry first – solve two of the following three quadruple rhymes!
Insist upon an impromptu gymnastics maneuver where one balances on their palms
Fill out in an orderly manner a piece of paper to illegally help you ace your exam
Chew on an overly luminescent bulb that shines while a baby is sleeping
Picture of the Day: Shanghai is only 8,200 nautical miles away.