GOING STONE CRAZY
The moai inspire a fervent fascination. Go ahead and stare, but mind your hands.
EASTER ISLAND, Chile — Stepping out of our 20-passenger bus on a hot January morning, we spotted them across a grassy field: six stone statues of strange-looking men. Or gods. Or chiefs. Most were as tall as two basketball players, one standing on the other’s shoulders. Their bellies protruded, and the eye sockets in their oversized heads were empty. These are the famed, carved moai , pronounced mow-eye. I had wanted to come to Easter Island to see them since I was teenager, having devoured Thor Heyerdahl’s “Kon-Tiki,” the story of his 1947 journey across the Pacific. Now I was here, with the South Pacific and our white cruise ship, the Oceania Marina, as a backdrop. I wanted to hug one. As if reading my mind, guide Carlos Paoa said, “Don’t touch the moai or climb on their platform.” Dutch
explorer Jacob Roggeveen is credited with “discovering” and naming the 64-square-mile volcanic island on April 5, 1722 — Easter. Polynesians were already here, and so were the moai .
But it was Heyerdahl who inspired my obsession, first with “Kon-Tiki” and later with “AkuAku: The Secret of Easter Island.”
I loved the book and was fascinated by the mysterious island and its expressionless, pockmarked moai , which are depicted almost as frequently by New Yorker cartoonists as they are by National Geographic photographers.
My voyage here on the Oceania Marina was much more glamorous than Heyerdahl’s 4,300-nauticalmile trip on a balsa raft. The overnight stop here was my reason for signing up for this 18-day cruise from Valparaiso, Chile, 2,300 miles east, to Papeete, Tahiti, 2,600 miles west.
Paoa was our shepherd. His family has lived for generations on Easter Island, which locals call Rapa Nui. Tourism is the primary source of income for the 5,700 residents.
Wearing a camouflage cap and standing like a soldier at ease, he said most scientists now dismiss Heyerdahl’s theories that the first inhabitants were pre-Incas sailing from South America.
But who really knows for certain — a frequent answer to questions asked on Easter Island.
The moai were carved from hardened volcanic ash between AD 1000 and 1600, Paoa said. About 900 remain, as tall as 33 feet and weighing as much as 80 tons.
We huffed and puffed under a searing January sun, hiking up the hilly quarry where partly carved moai remain embedded. Others were pushed upright in the last 70 or so years, some lean at odd angles.
“Why don’t they face the ocean?” I asked Paoa.
“Families of chiefs commissioned the moai and set them up to face their communities,” he said.
“When coral eyes were inserted, their spirit was activated and they projected energy to their people.” Many people believe rival tribes knocked down the moai and gouged out their eyes. Only one white coral eye remains, in a tiny museum.
“What about this moai ?” I asked, pointing to a practically perfect monolith with a square jaw, rust-colored topknot, white eyes, red pupils, long ears and slit mouth.
“The body is authentic,” Paoa said, peering through his aviator sunglasses. But the topknot and the cement red eyes were added for a photo shoot for Paris Match magazine. “The February 1968 issue,” he said.
That we know for sure. I still wanted a hug, even from Monsieur Perfect.