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Published: January 3rd 2007
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Hanga Roa harbour... again
Some final photos of the island Dodging some serious rain showers, we paid a last visit to downtown Hanga Roa before our flight back to the 'Conti'. For those who somehow miss the craft vendors whose pickup trucks precede the procession of mini-buses at the island's main sites, there's an artisans' market selling an array of moai fridge magnets, shell necklaces and sarongs near the church. Despite my earnest supplication, I failed to convince Raúl to buy me an authentic coconut-shell brassiere.
Still eager to offload a few final pesos? Not to worry, Mataveri airport has numerous souvenir stalls, and with little to do in the departures area but compare tan-lines with fellow tourists, they were pulling in the punters on our morning there. Sitting in the departures lounge was like watching a rapid recap of the holiday as a number of familiar faces drifted past, so I wasn't immediately surprised when Alex and Francisco, our prepubescent dining companions from the night before, approached us. Then I suddenly realised that in order to find us at the departure gate, they had to have got past the security control. (To be fair, Mataveri is probably not a high-security hotbed, the tiny airport unlikely to be a major
narco-trafficking gateway or a shoebomber's transportation hub of choice).
They had come to say goodbye and give us a memento of Easter Island, which Alex's mum had in the arrivals hall. The guards let us out and the boys garlanded us each with a bead necklace before presenting us with a wooden moai and bidding us
buen viaje.
This sending-off epitomised the friendliness and generosity we experienced on the island throughout our stay, and we both agreed it was going to take some beating to top this trip.
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