4/10/10: Easter Island
Z: I think I’ll write today’s post about how I kept referring to our scooter as “Scooter Patooter.”
K: Oh god.
Z: Do you think we’ll lose readership because of it?
K: DON’T DO IT.
Sigh. Kevin puts such a damper on my great ideas. Well then, I’ll leave out the scooter patooter part then and just post a bunch of pictures instead! You guys are always distracted by pictures, aren’t you?
You can’t see it, but here’s what’s happening in this picture: I am sternly looking down in disapproval at Kevin who has gone out on a rocky ledge while the tide is coming in and then a particularly large wave splashes him so he loses his balance and cuts a large gash in his foot which then drips blood on his flip flop for the rest of the day. I wanted to put that entire sentence as the caption, but I thought I might lose your interest.
After this incident we (and by WE I mean I) decided that it wouldn’t be a good idea (for Kevin) to climb on any more rocks in the ocean. We would just climb into small, dark caves instead. Without any sort of flashlight or torch or anything. (Good idea us!) The caves were fun for Kevin and a bit scary for me. Collapsing caves are included on my long list of semi-irrational fears (which include falling out of the sky, bridges collapsing when we ride over them, underwater tunnels collapsing when we ride through them, sidewalk grates collapsing as I walk over them, things in general collapsing, funiculars (collapsing), the wind blowing me over the side of a cliff, other people’s dryer lint, etc.). Mostly I stood in the entrances shouting at Kevin to “BE CAREFUL!” as he walked around and yelled back, “Come here! It’s really cool!” Don’t worry, I wasn’t fooled by this statement. I stayed firmly in the safety of the entrances.
After exploring the caves we drove along the extremely bumpy roads (this is where car > scooter) and eventually found ourselves at Ahu Akivi.
After we left Ahu Akivi we went over to Puna Pau, which is where they carved the big red hat thingies, called pukao (archaeologists think they might represent the topknot hairdos or headdresses the chiefs used to wear). At the site they had a diagram of two different ways they think they might have put these hats on the moai.
- They erect the moai at the designated site and then make an incline leading up to the moai using rocks. Then they roll the pukao up to the top of the moai and balance it on the head.
- They attach the pukao to the moai with ropes before the moai is erected and then erect the moai together with pukao using some system of ropes and some other things (maybe including wooden planks) that I couldn’t distinguish in the diagram.
Either way, it is completely and utterly mind-boggling. And you know what else is mind-boggling? That these pukao, which could weigh up to 10 tons – were all mined at this single site and then transported to various places around the island! Is this not crazy?
After we were done visiting the west side of the island, we played the game “Let’s Go Back to Our Favorite Spots and Take Some More Pictures There!” That’s always a fun game.
Yet another perfectly beautiful (and scooter-ful) day on Easter Island.
Ohio Picture: Thanks gorillapod! O I I I O forever!
Picture of the Day: He’s got a penchant for jumping.