Reminiscence
Fourteen years ago I visited Easter Island. It was something I had dreamt of doing for decades. In terms of "dream destinations" this was my ultimate goal. I knew so much about the island and its history. Books about Easter Island were like food to me. I had gobbled them up with a hunger that could never be satisfied until I actually landed there ready to explore. A flight to Madrid from London was followed by a much longer flight to Santiago, Chile and then after a day or two I continued flying west across The Pacific Ocean for 2500 miles until the legendary little island appeared in view - The Navel of the World and arguably the most remote inhabited island on our planet. I know I was there but even now I have to pinch myself to believe it. I even got to blog from Easter Island and this is what I wrote on October 28th 2009:- "So dear visitors, I made it to Rapa Nui, Isla de Pascua, Easter Island which ever you choose to call it... and I am not disappointed I c...