Well hello from Easter Island, which is a tiny tiny little dot out in the Pacific Ocean, but is famous for the Moai, which are massive carved heads that litter this tiny Island (see plethora of pics, which will be added once back on the mainland as signal is to weak)
I was awoken at a very early hour this morning, by the local cockerel offering its its voice to the world just outside my room. I say just outside my room, but what I actually mean is, it was stood right next to my head cocka bloody doodle doing at 0500 hrs.. Got up early (strangely enough) and ready to explore.
Booked a full days tour and was collected by Christian our guide for the day. I've no idea what the gay scene is like here on Rapa Nui (the islands indigenous name), but I'm sure Christian has seen most of it!
Odd collection of folks on the tour, with the likes of a couple whom I cannot decide if they are mother & son, or, actually a guy who likes women who are A LOT older than himself and his missus who is happy to run with that; we also have the devote Christian fella who constantly has his rosary with him and mumbles incessantly about Jesus, but can, by some miracle, sniff out alcohol from 5 miles away (I'm not saying that's a bad thing....but..well..you know!)
Also included in the group is:- the Malaysian TV director, and the woman who has become (totally un-asked), my personal photographer for the day, appearing whenever a photo op pops up & asking if I would like her to take a pic!! (No complaints.... Crack on love)?
Under Christians expert guidance we have minced happily around all sights the Island has to offer and generally had a really nice day; Easter Island is a place that is so laid back, it's heads on its arse.
Managed to mistake the Spanish word for mushroom, with their word for chicken (all those who can speak Spanish .... Yes I know!!! ...Just back off... Back bloody off?) and I have just received the biggest mushroom sandwich you have ever seen!
As I type this, it has literally just gone midnight on Saturday night and, because it's Saturday night, I thought it would be good to find out how they party out here in the middle of the pacific; so to that end I am at, what I am told, is the happening place here on Rapa Nui. However at this moment in time it looks like a party in my own front room, with just a drum kit and me as the only items present; The only slight difference to that being there is probably someone who can play the drums in this building somewhere.
The music out here is as funky as you like, I love it. It's a very up tempo Latin beat and basically just gets stuck in. There is no westernised music played here, but why should there be? The closest they got was a Latin mixed version of 'Girls Just Wanna Have Fun'
I love the individuality of the place "This is our lump of rock and this is how we do it."
I like that attitude and the sounds they make.