The weather on Easter Island during the summer truly tests a traveler's mettle. One second it's clear skies, and the next, a downpour ensues. The afternoon thunderstorms are particularly intense, with the town flooding in less than five minutes. The coffee-colored muddy water rises rapidly, reaching up to the knees and making it seem like cars are traversing through chocolate syrup. Waking up early each day is all about visiting the Moai statues before the dark clouds roll in.
Across the vast grasslands, in addition to the standing Moai that were relocated by later generations, there are many more unfinished sculptures abandoned in the quarry or toppled during the invasions of the 18th century. In subsequent archaeological research, these Moai, now unrecognizable and identifiable only through conjecture, appear even more mysterious.
To be honest, I find the navel of the Moai to be the most abstract. Following the guide's directions, can you see the navel of the Moai?
