Photos by James Kraus
On a cloudy day, it’s easy to miss the little island. The vibrant rolling hills fade into the center of the Pacific. The triangular island and its satellite islets have always symbolized mystery to me; the answer to the origin and histories of the Rapa Nui people was right in front of us, if we only knew how to interpret it.
Our first morning on the island, we took our bikes along the eastern coast to Tongariki. There is nothing like rounding the far corner of the island at dawn to see the massive restored ahu, the jagged shore down below, and the cliffs of Rano Raraku behind us. The clouds had just cleared up and there was a rainbow framing the island.
Rano Raraku was the Moai quarry; the crater lake is one of the two freshwater sources of the island, surrounded by a jagged edge dotted with many stone figures that were apparently never transported to their destination, some of which were never fully carved out. On the outer edge of the south side, the largest of these still rests in the rock, staring out at the sky. Nearby, next to the trail, there’s a mysterious childlike statue, unlike the rest. In between Tongariki and Playa Anakena there’s an accessible site where there are carvings in the bedrock. Given how porous and prone to weathering the rock is, I guess these figures and carvings are relatively new, not more than 700 years in my estimate; many show little erosion despite constant exposure on the coast.