Once Upon A Time in Latin America (16) Easter Island. Navel of the world

Tossed last night made me quite exhausting. I got up late in the morning. Biscuits with coke were my breakfast.

I took my driver's license and notarization rushed to the town and visited several car rental companies. The price for automatic transmission was nearly twice as expensive as for manual transmission. I could drive both so I chose the manual transmission, and one of the car rental companies had a discount on Jimny that it was priced as 40,000. I rented it decisively without saying a word. I took a video around the car, recorded the current oil meter, signed the forms, then jumped into the car and went away.

First I drove back to the residence to carry a large number of materials to the car. This was my marching post in the future. I held a map to have an analysis and research. I usually go from far to near, so the farthest Rapa Nui National Park, it was you.

After leaving the town, I Immediately merged into the simplicity of the blue sky and white clouds, enjoying the long wilderness and uninhibited music. The green grass was on both sides of the road, the wildflowers were blooming romantic, and the sea was floating in the sky from afar. Occasionally MOAI stood alone, back to the sad Pacific. It was a warm winter with blossoms.

There were few trees on the island. It was said that because the islanders used to cut trees aimlessly. The indigenous people enclosed the pastures. Occasionally, the horses walked across the road, whispered slowly, and the light slid across the bow.

A statue of the Austronesian stood at the door of the Rapa Nui National Park. Through the coconut groves and palms, the curving wood road led me to a red hat MOAI. It was said that it was the place where seven sons of a Maori wizard were waiting for Otto-Mat King Ah. On the side was a huge, crownless MOAI statue, extremely strong, but full of helplessness and silence.

Behind it was the only two white coral beach on the island, which was set against the black volcanic rocks on the side. In black and white, there were many handsome men and beautiful women playing. This was where the island discoverer Hotu Matu landed.

My next plan-Te Pito o te Henua (navel of the world). Tantu the tool guided here and there, I even got out of the car and searched on the cliff, in the barbed flowers, repeatedly, but found nothing. At last, I enter the local name and finally found it- a stone circle by the sea, which was four small cobblestones surrounding a large cobblestone. It was said that these five stones were brought by Hotu Matu from his hometown, who first came to Easter Island. So there was no other stone with the same material on the island. Naturally formed round stones were rare indeed, so it was understandable that ancient people worshiped them as gods.

There were also magical legends that when you touched the large stone in the middle, you would feel warm currents and slight vibrations. When you placed the compass on the stone, you would not point at the square and point at the heart of the stone. I didn't verify these yet.

Aside was the Pacific Ocean waving after waving. Here you could see all the flowing blues and greens, which was secluded, or crystal, or ethereal, or quiet, or fresh. The entire vast starry sky seemed to be embedded in this large blue hole. It was a pity that the camera could not shoot such a scene. You could only enjoy this boundless blue feast by standing on the umbilical cord of this world.