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Easter Island's statues stand as silent witnesses to a thousand years of mystery
Easter Island's statues stand as silent witnesses to a thousand years
of mystery By Janet Fullwood - Bee Travel Editor Published 12:00 am PST Sunday, January 14, 2007 Story appeared in TRAVEL section, Page M EASTER ISLAND, Chile -- Heads, heads, I couldn't wait to see the famous heads of Easter Island. The first ones I spotted were from the plane, black slabs sticking up like tombstones in a tawny, treeless landscape. As soon as I'd settled into the hotel -- where I had to borrow a broom to sweep up a harvest of freshly fumigated cockroaches -- I walked up the coast from the little town of Hanga Roa toward the archaeological complex called Tahai. The eerie silhouettes of the statues loomed behind a cemetery whose sea of crosses seemed to mock the neolithic icons. I didn't go close at first but sat at a distance in the field fronting the monuments -- or moai, as they're called in the indigenous Rapanui language. The panorama encompassed a group of five human representations clustered on a single ahu, or ceremonial platform, and two single monoliths some distance away. On first impression, the statues creeped me out. They seemed to emanate bad vibes, especially the one with the eyes. He was a 16-foot-tall, 20-ton, no-mercy kind of guy: I could visualize the islanders of a millennia ago cowering in his presence, drums thumping, torches blazing, rituals unfolding under a black, star-spangled sky. Easter Island is so isolated -- mainland Chile, its parent country, is 2,300 miles away -- that the culture of the moai builders thrived, uninfluenced by outsiders, for more than 1,000 years. The other statues, once I got closer, revealed personalities of their own. One seemed benevolent under its stony, dark-socketed stare. One was wise, one stern. They all had long, stylized ears and long-fingered hands wrapped, Buddha-like, around protruding bellies. The more I looked, the more I saw. And the more I saw, the more deeply I ceded myself to the bewitching spell of Easter Island -- or Rapa Nui, as it is called by the 4,500 people who live here. By whatever name, this remote, 10-by-15-mile chunk of volcanic rubble, the easternmost outpost of Polynesia, is one of the wonders of the world, a place where history and mystery converge to tantalize the imagination and challenge rational belief. The moai, and the prehistoric culture that chiseled an estimated 1,000 of them from a volcanic crater and hauled them around the island without benefit of metal or wheel, have been the subject of intense scientific inquiry for more than a century. Yet much remains unknown. "There is so much speculation -- about everything," said China Pakarati, the guide who led our group of visiting journalists on a five-day exploration of the island. Her knowledge of island anthropology proved encyclopedic, but it was the genetic ties that lent her interpretations an added dimension. A native Rapanui descended from the statue builders, Pakarati was weaned on myths and legends passed down through the generations. "The challenge for me," she told us at the outset, "is to reconcile what is written with our own oral tradition. It's important to keep our traditions alive." And so we heard stories related by her father, her cousins, her oldest great-aunt -- right alongside the latest academic theories about such particulars as the significance of the female vulva symbols carved atop some of the moai's pukao, or red scoria topknots. Like many travelers who find their way here, I'd seen photographs of Easter Island's monuments as a child, studied them in Anthropology 101 and eaten up every word written by Norwegian anthropologist Thor Heyerdahl, who postulated that the island had been settled by Peruvians who arrived in reed boats. Still, nothing could prepare me for the gut-punch impact of Rano Raraku, the quarry where the statues were made -- and where almost 400 of them, in various stages of fabrication, still stand or lie shattered in the dust. Across the island, the green, water-filled crater called Rano Kau took my breath away: Its topography is unique in the world, yet I'd never seen pictures of it. The adjacent ritual site of Orongo had restored, boat-shaped houses to contemplate, along with petroglyphs depicting the ancient world. http://www.sacbee.com/643/story/106545.html Pakarati took us to see cave paintings and pointed out close-fitting masonry resembling that at Machu Picchu in Peru. At another site, Te Pito te Kura, we gathered around a smooth stone with magnetic properties that spiritual tourists flock to under the belief that ancient Rapanui regarded it as the "navel of the world." (In reality, Pakarati said, the entire island was considered the umbilicus.) The most awesome site, in terms of sheer wow factor, was Tongariki, where 15 recently restored stone giants -- the tallest of them 46 feet high -- stand with their backs to the sea, staring forebodingly at the crater from which they were born. Theories abound as to why the statues were built. "My aunt, she says the moai are a portrait; that they (the islanders) carried the statues to the villages to have the presence of their ancestors there," Pakarati said. Anthropologists think they were built for different reasons at different times and moved by methods that evolved over the centuries. In all, about 500 moai, not counting those left in the quarry, were erected on ahus at prehistoric settlements around the island or abandoned on roads leading from the crater. The statues weigh an average of 14 tons; the heaviest one transported, a giant called Paro, weighed a staggering 82 tons. The most intriguing Easter Island enigma concerns not the mechanics of moving the moai, but the fate of the culture that built them. UCLA professor and author Jared Diamond, in his 2005 best-seller "Collapse," devotes a chapter to the ominous demise of the statue-building cult. He attributes it to environmental ruin caused by deforestation, overpopulation and materialistic obsession. "By now the meaning of Easter Island for us should be chillingly obvious," he concludes: "Easter Island is Earth writ small." In a nutshell, the story of Rapa Nui, as set forth in the Sebastian Englert Anthropology Museum in Hanga Roa, begins with its settlement between A.D. 300 and 800 (even the date is controversial) by Polynesian voyagers from (probably) the Marquesas Islands. DNA evidence has proved the Polynesian connection beyond a doubt -- though somehow, the Peruvian theories popularized by Heyerdahl in the 1950s seem to persist in the DNA of public consciousness. Anyway, experts generally agree that at the time of human settlement, the island was covered by millions of giant palm trees of a species now extinct. The islanders immediately began chipping away at them, first to clear fields for agriculture, then to provide timber and rope for moving statues. Increasingly, size mattered: The moai started out small and grew ever larger over the centuries. At the end, the quarry at Rano Raraku was well on its way to becoming a Polynesian version of Mount Rushmore. The island -- and the islanders -- paid a terrible price for their obsession. As the trees went, so went wood for canoes, and so went offshore fishing. Topsoil eroded, agriculture faltered, seabirds and native mammals disappeared, firewood became scarce, and stored seeds were devoured by rats. A diminishing food supply and deteriorating environment spawned conflict among rival clans, who began warring with each other, cannibalizing each other and desecrating each other's statues. A new religion -- the Birdman cult -- arose and still was flourishing when the first Europeans, led by Dutch explorer Jacob Roggeveen, came ashore in 1722. Roggeveen reported many moai still standing; Capt. James Cook saw them, too, in 1774. But by the mid-1880s, all the statues had been toppled. And then, in a story repeated all over the Americas, came European exploitation and, by the end of the 19th century, near-extermination of the island's remaining native people. The wounds continued to bleed throughout most of the 20th century. Author Paul Theroux, visiting in 1986 for his book "Happy Isles of Oceania," termed Rapa Nui "a lost island of damaged souls ... a place of gloom and anarchy." Only in the past couple of decades have things changed for the better. The Chilean government in recent years has returned land to native Rapanui, restoring pride and restarting agriculture. Tourism is thriving, with four passenger jets a week delivering visitors from Santiago and another two arriving from Tahiti. Dozens of moai have been restored and re-erected, giving visitors a better sense of the ancient Rapanui world. Visitors such as Bonnie Dill and Wendy Lynn Peltier of Charleston, S.C., are not alone in finding that a visit to the island exceeds expectations. "We decided to stop over on the way to Tahiti in the most exotic place we could think of, and I really didn't expect to like it all that much," said Peltier, a sculptor. "But it's been so inspiring ... when I saw Tongariki, it took my breath away. We've been out from sunrise to sunset every day." Easter Island is still cutting its teeth on tourism, and much of what makes the island so engaging are elements of the unexpected. Who would anticipate, for example, landing on one of the biggest runways in the world -- a 3.8-kilometer strip built by NASA to serve as an emergency airstrip for space shuttles? Surfers and scuba divers come from around the world, drawn by uncharted breaks and transparent waters. Open-air restaurants serve floppingly fresh seafood and home-grown salad at reasonable prices, and the grocery store stocks a good selection of Chilean wines. My hotel, the O-Tai (which I recommend despite that encounter with cockroaches) was just down the street from the village school, and every morning I watched a father trotting his son to class on horseback. Horse culture is big here -- by some accounts there are more horses than people -- and so is the culture of long-haired young men who ride through town bareback, giving newly arrived women tourists the eye. Given another day, I would have embarked on a hike around the island's roadless north coast, which is pocked with caves and fallen moai. Given still another, I would have packed a picnic and split the day between the beautiful white-sand beaches at Ovahe and Anakena. Easter Island, as I quickly discovered, is more than the sum of its heads. It's a friendly place with a proud culture, and getting around, either on your own or with a tour group, is a breeze. Just don't hang out around the moai at night. Even in the 21st century, the statues retain the uncanny ability to creep people out. |
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