Back in uni, a friend and I would always joke that I could tell people I’m from Easter Island and they’d believe it. This comes from the fact that every time I travel, people look at me and can’t really figure out where I’m from. If it isn’t that, they’d ask me for directions as if I were one of the locals. It doesn’t matter where I am, it happens. And when I’m home, people think I’m a tourist.
So, since I’m going to South America, might as well pay my little island a visit and spend some time cavorting with the giant stone heads.
