I had the squits during the night and felt tired and weakened in the morning when W got up to see the sunrise over Ahu Tongariki. After a few hours sleep I felt much better but when W returned with tales of glorious skies I stayed in bed reading Britton Shepardson's book Moai: a new look at old faces. It is an account of his archaeological research ( Read more... )

Breakfast was a buffet in the deserted dining room. There were three kinds of sliced bread and a toaster, several cereals, and plates of sliced pressed meats, cheeses, fruit, and vegetables but W's eye was irresistibly drawn to the pancakes rolled around dulce de leche (or manjara as it is called in Rapanui) which she devoured with slice banana.

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