|A view from atop the cinder cone of the ahu and moai at Anakena.|
The trail continued up to the top of the hill, where it was flat and grassy except for a crack and ditch that was the old volcano vent. There were terrific views in all directions and I took lots of bird's-eye-view pictures—I photographed the moai, the beach (including tourists swimming), the campground, palm trees, horses grazing below me, the surrounding hills, the irregular shoreline, Nine of Cups riding peacefully at anchor, and scenic vistas of both land and water. It was a beautiful viewpoint, and I spent a while just looking around and studying the terrain. I had the tourist map with me and I was able to pick out quite a few details from the viewpoint, including several roads and all the major volcanoes.
When I went back down the hill, I picked a different route and came down on the side by the moai; along the way I paused to take some flower pictures. For the second day in a row I really enjoyed going for an unstructured ramble—walk anywhere, do anything, take as long as I wanted. It was fun, plain and simple.
Towards the end of my ramble, David called on the radio and said he and Marcie were coming ashore for a while. We met briefly by the moai where we also encountered a group of German tourists led by Hermann, a German tour guide who has lived on Easter Island for five years. Marcie and David climbed the hill and looked at the cave; meanwhile I walked the other way towards the parking lot to explore the other side of the park. I wanted to reach the junction of the park road and the main road where there is supposed to be a trail that goes to the moai. However, I spent too much time taking pictures of palm trees and flowers by the parking lot, so I didn't get as far as the trail junction. I was due back at the dinghy so we could all return together; it was time for David to put on another coat of varnish.
Once chores were completed, we had a dinner of rice salad with marinated tuna (which was very good). It was a pleasant evening, and the weather stayed good. Before bedtime, the Armada called us on the radio and Marcie handled it; we told them we would stay another day.
|More views from atop the cinder cone.|
|Nine of Cups viewed from the top of the cinder cone.||This is the grove of trees that shades the campground. The cross is part of a modern-day Catholic shrine; the cross is also visible in the lower right corner of the previous picture.|
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