Okay.  Fine.  Even going through customs was worth it to get to Easter Island.  I´ve done so much in the past week that I haven´t had the time to stop and write my blog.

Last night I went to see the cultural dance troupe Kari Kari.  It was an hour of traditional Rapa Nui dance and music.  The movement were similar to Hawaiin dance and included some serious rapid hip shaking moves.  They chose people from the audience to join them to dance and it was fun to watch people do a bad job at imitating the moves.  I got to take this photo with a couple of hot Rapa Nui fellas.  They were sweating a lot too.

On Tuesday, Pina took me fishing with her daughter Vaireva, her cousin Tasha and Kay, a guest from Japan who lived in Guatemala for 5 months and talks pretty good Spanish.  He´s especially good at talking about sex, pot and drinking.  We drove close to Ranu Raraku, which is the quarry where the Moai were built.  Pina bought raw chicken, bread and some hooks.  They use the chicken or wet bread as the bait.  They don´t like worms.  The fishing rod that I used was basically a 12 inch piece of PVC pipe, kind of like the size of a large coffee can, with fishing line wrapped around it and a wooden stick inside that is the handle.  And away we were.  I didn´t catch a damned thing.  I didn´t feel so bad because Pina and Vaireva weren´t much more successful.  At least they could cast the line out farther than I could.  I had a hard time feeling if the fish were nibbling at the hook.  One time I brought the line back up and all the chicken was gone.  Que sin verguenzas son los pescados!

The following pics are of Tasha setting up the gear.  Then you can see our little fishing pier.  It was terrifying at first to stand up and fish because the waves would really swell sometimes and we had to run away about 3 times because they crashed on our spot.  Thank God Tasha knew when to tell us to run.  I have some video footage of a big wave almost crashing over us.  Tasha caught some fish at that spot and then suggested we try another.  At the second spot, Pina suggested Vaireiva and I take a swim.  But I didn´t bring a bathing suit!  So what, go in with your underwear.  Being the quasi adventurous woman that I am, I wore my panties and T-shirt.  The lava rocks hurt my feet so I wore Pina´s Crocks and the water was much colder than I expected.  At the end of the day, it was all a ploy to keep me out of Tasha´s way.  She just caught fish after fish, once we were out of the picture.

Then we got out of the water and Tasha was cleaning fish.  By the way she would stomp on their heads after she caught them.  Then she gutted them and ate the raw liver and invited me to do the same.  Yumm.  Of course I did it.  It wasn´t as bad as I expected and my powers of denial came in handy as I chewed away.  If that wasn´t bad enough, she cleaned out a couple of inches of intenstine for me eat.  She squeezed some lemon on it and called it Ceviche.  Oh, in that case, I´ll have two!!  That was much chewier and a little more difficult to enjoy, but I think I gained her respect. 

Then we went home and I took a shower and then Pina showed me how she prepares a fried fish meal.  Pina sprinkled salt to the fish and chopped garlic.  The rice had grated carrots and a little garlic.  After my ver first real fishing trip, it was divine.