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In the middle of the Great Ocean.

Posted on March 5, 2015 by Xavier
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Round the World trip
November 2014 – May 2015
week 14 of 24

EASTER ISLAND
Rapa Nui

by Xavier

Map: itinerary

map source: Great Circle Mapper.

Since we set out from London shortly before the end of November until this point, some three months later, we have travelled a rough 36,000 kilometres (24,000 miles) from west to east, in eight countries across nineteen time zones. We have taken sixteen flights (four long haul), twelve intercity buses, two ferries, two hired cars, and one long distance train – in addition to numerous local buses, suburban trains, underground trains, minivans, taxis, trams, pickup trucks, four-wheel drives, assorted tuk-tuks, two small boats, and one large elephant. We have crossed the Equator once (and we’ll be crossing it three more times), the Tropic of Cancer also once (and we’ll cross it once more), the Tropic of Capricorn three times (another three to go), and we have crossed the International Date Line, just the once. As the crow flies, we have completed over half of our trip around the world. All this to say that it has been an extraordinary journey to get here.

The very hospitable owners of the B&B we stayed at in Hanga Roa – the island’s only town, where practically everyone lives – were kind enough to lend us a brilliant guide book for the duration of our five-day stay: A Companion To Easter Island (Guide To Rapa Nui) by James Grant-Peterkin, the British honorary consul, which starts with this quote by Pierre Loti:

“In the middle of the Great Ocean, in a region where no one ever passes, there is a mysterious and isolated island; there is no land in the vicinity and, for more than eight hundred leagues in all directions, empty and moving vastness surrounds it. It is planted with tall, monstrous statues, the work of some now-vanished race, and its past remains an enigma.”

The book was indeed our perfect companion while we toured the island and visited most of its UNESCO World Heritage Sites by ourselves – we don’t really like guided tours. It is definitely worth reading even if you never come to Easter Island – though of course you should absolutely visit if the opportunity arises. It’s not just the “monstrous statues”, the island itself is insanely beautiful. There are white sand beaches, volcanic craters, caves… Thousands of semi-wild horses roam freely all over the island. You can spot sea turtles in bays of crystal clear waters, and caracaras (a bird of prey) flying all around. The people who live here are warm and friendly. It will blow your mind, as it has blown ours.

To paint a quick picture of Easter Island, it measures only 23 kilometres at its longest part; its nearest inhabited neighbour is Pitcairn Island, some 2,000 kilometres away, and its nearest continental point is in Chile, about 3,500 kilometres away. It sits on the Nazca plate and moves with it towards South America at a rate of 3.7cm per year (roughly the same as the Moon spins away from the Earth, or your fingernails grow), and will eventually be dragged under the ocean and then subducted under the South American plate – but not for a while yet. It is thought that the first humans to reach Easter Island did so by canoe from another part of Polynesia some time between 600 and 900 AD after what must have been an astonishing voyage. These people took the Polynesian tradition of ancestor worshiping to a whole new level with the carving of hundreds of enormous stone statues – moai – that were placed on sacred platforms around the island, a practice that would ultimately decimate the island’s resources and cause terrible upheaval some 200 years ago. All carving stopped abruptly as civil war erupted, and all the erected moai were toppled by the islanders themselves; the moai we see today have been restored since 1955. The first Europeans landed on Easter Sunday in 1722, and gave the island its present name. It was annexed by Chile in 1888 – some locals are still very upset about this; the language spoken is Spanish, along with Rapanui. About 6,000 people live in Easter Island. There is a daily flight to and from Santiago, and a weekly one to and from Pape’ete, plus the occasional stop by large cruise ships. The food is alright, as long as you like tuna.

Map: Easter Island

map source: Wikipedia.

Despite its small size, and as we learned, it takes several days to get around the island and actually see it in any meaningful way, especially as large areas are only accessible by foot or on horseback. We hiked to the edge of the crater at Rano Kau – almost getting blown over it by a sudden freak storm – and walked through the ruins of Orongo, where the Birdman was crowned; we drove inland to Ahu Akivi, where the moai face sunset during the Spring Equinox and have their backs to the sunrise during the Autumn Equinox; to Anakena, on the north coast, where it is said that Hotu Matu’a landed with the first settlers and where I had the best swim I have ever had in any ocean in my entire life. We stood on Rano Raraku, where all the moai were carved and where dozens lay abandoned (the rather exotic annual men’s triathlon takes place inside the crater, as part of the Tapati Festival – which we missed by about a week). We drove to the south coast, to Ahu Tongariki, the biggest restored site on the island and certainly its most spectacular, and continued driving along the coast, practically stopping every few hundred metres to see another site, or just to take in the staggering views – and a lot of the time while we were doing all of that there was nobody else around. Hanga Roa itself was pleasant enough, despite the heat. There were some passable restaurants and generally enough to keep us entertained after a long day sightseeing, and we barely minded the heat, the sunburn, the insect bites, or – most definitely – the cockroaches. It is a very long way from home, but if there is a place on Earth that I would love to see again some time before I die that place is Rapa Nui.

Here are some of the many, many photos we took:

Ahu Ature Huki

Anakena: Ahu Ature Hiki

Anakena beach

Anakena: Ahu Nau Nau

Anakena beach

Anakena beach

Anakena beach horses

Maunga Orito

Orongo

Motu Kau Kau, Motu Iti, Motu Nui

at Ranu Kau

Rano Kau

4x4 at Tongariki

Rano Raraku

at Rano Raraku

Rano Raraku

on the road

Tongariki

at Tongariki

Ahu Tongakiri

at Ana Kai Tangata

Tahai sunset

Mary

sunset at Tahai

Having now crossed Oceania, this is also the end of the second leg of our trip (the first being Hong Kong and South East Asia). We are now in South America, the third and final leg. If everything goes according to plan, we will travel from Colombia to Argentina, crossing Ecuador, Peru, and Bolivia on the way. We will be visiting again some of the places we know from previous trips, as well as going to many others for the first time. It will be a great chance too for Simon to brush up his Spanish, and for me to reconnect with a culture which is very close to my heart.

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Take your sweetie to Tahiti.

Posted on February 26, 2015 by Xavier
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Round the World trip
November 2014 – May 2015
week 13 of 24

FRENCH POLYNESIA
Polynésie française | Pōrīnetia Farāni

by Xavier

Leaving New Zealand and its sheep behind (I thought it was a bit of a cliché but we did see hundreds upon hundreds of them) we continued our eastward journey across Oceania.  My inner geek had been looking forward to the Air New Zealand on-board safety video, even more after our recent tour of the Hobbiton film set that Simon had enjoyed so much.


source: Air New Zealand channel, YouTube.

Ah, what fun, and just over five hours later we arrived in French Polynesia, that heavenly sprinkle of islands in the middle of the South Pacific.

Map: French Polynesia

A peculiar fact about this flight is that we took off from Auckland at 10am and landed in Pape’ete at 4pm the day before, having crossed the International Date Line on the way.  In other words, while we had been thirteen hours ahead of London only a few hours before we were now ten hours behind. Talk about time travel (except of course not).

Greetings from Tahiti

image by ABC and Marvel Entertainment.

We’d booked a homely B&B  in the north part of town for a couple of nights.  The owner, Martine, picked us up from the airport. Possibly the most French person we had ever met; tremendously hospitable and helpful during our short stay.  We really liked Martine, her lovely Polynesian maid Marie, and the seemingly endless supply of fresh mangos from the trees in the garden.

It was the odd mix of French – we were technically in La Fronce – and Polynesian people and culture that first struck us about Pape’ete. That, and the cost of things. Always budget conscious, Simon promptly found out about eating at les roulottes – literally “food trucks” – that gather every evening on la Place Vaiete, by the harbour. A popular choice among fellow budget conscious visitors, it seemed, and certainly an experience I shall treasure.

at les roulottes

Pape’ete itself is not terribly interesting so, moving on, we took the ferry to picture-perfect Mo’orea, Tahiti’s close neighbour, for a few days of leisure by the sea. Other islands and atolls in French Polynesia are only accessible by plane, with the Marquesas, where Gauguin spent the last years of his life, a whopping 1,400 km (870 miles) from Tahiti, and many more from anywhere else.

Map: Tahiti and Mo'orea

We (Simon) had done some careful (budget-conscious) research on the accommodation options in Mo’orea. The few eye-wateringly expensive resorts on the island were sadly to be avoided this time and some of the more economic ones weren’t so convenient or economic after all, so we plumped in the end for a merely eye-wincingly expensive resort, a short drive from the ferry terminal. In what has become our trademark style of arriving at upmarket hotels and resorts the world over, we got off the ferry and shunned the taxi rank in favour of lugging our battered backpacks and our sweaty selves onto the local bus, and turned up at the reception desk of the resort some twenty minutes later, not quite looking like their average guest. Even the woman that checked us in had that all-familiar “are you quite sure you’re staying here?” look on her face that I find so bemusing. The place itself was actually rather lush despite catering mainly for hordes of honeymooners, old people, families with very young children, and Americans. Its infinity pool was apparently the best in Mo’orea (I would have loved to compare) but with so many guests coming and going at all times I did find the overall service on the impersonal side… My apologies, I forget we are backpacking.

With not a great deal of excitement on the island, we spent most of the time relaxing in the resort, plus making the odd incursion to the handful of shops and restaurants nearby – where we not only had some lovely dinners but also learned about the mahu, a fascinating part of Polynesian culture. We also hired a car on one of the days to drive around part of this staggeringly beautiful island.

Moorea

Moorea tour

Moorea from the Belvedere

The resort offered a range of aquatic activities in its lagoon (things are going pretty well when you find yourself using the word lagoon in sentences). Despite my primal fear of dark deep waters and the things in them that can eat me alive, I decided to man up and join Simon for a spot of snorkeling. I had never snorkeled before, it was both terrifying and exhilarating. The reef surrounding the lagoon (ah) was full of – thankfully – little tropical fish and sea urchins. I had been assured, several times, that the local sharks were both also small and friendly, and I was very relieved not to see any, pointedly after Simon scratched his knee on the sharp coral and bled profusely all over the place. There is some discussion about how good the sense of smell in sharks really is, but when you are bleeding in the open ocean and cannot see what might be swimming at speed towards you, you just really want to get out of the water as fast as you can, trust me. Once the panic was over (Simon just needed a plaster) and I got the hang of it, it was very pleasant, bobbing along on the bottom of, indeed, the beautiful briny sea. Hopefully we’ll get a chance to repeat the experience (minus the bleeding) while we are in South America – as that’s where we are eventually heading.

snorkelling in Moorea

Ursula who?

And so the days passed and it was time to return to Pape’ete, from where we were going to our next, very exciting destination. We hear some of the postcards we sent from the islands have already arrived, good old French postal service!

postcards from French Polynesia

Martine had helped us book a tour of the interior of the island for our last day. Our tour guide, an impressively built Polynesian covered in tattoos, with reeds in his hair and wearing just a pareo the size of a tea towel, picked us up early in the morning and drove us and a lad from Toulouse on a soft top 4×4 along the coast and then up into the interior. It was an amazing drive through the rain forest and into Polynesia’s largest volcanic crater. Teiva, our guide, turned out to be a really cool guy and very knowledgeable, it was a great way of ending our stay.

tour of Tahiti

tour of Tahiti

We were sad to say goodbye to Martine and leave this beautiful bit of Heaven on Earth, but it was time to go, as practically the entire trip had been planned around our next and final stop in the Pacific before reaching South America: Easter Island.

Our LAN flight from Pape’ete to Mataveri airport departed at 1am and landed six hours later, in time to see the early morning sun shine on what has become the main highlight of our trip around the world so far. More of that on the next update!

Rapa Nui

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All maps from Google Maps, also unless otherwise credited.
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