It looks rough.
Despite the crashing waves, a small breakwater creates an equally small harbor at Hanga Piko pier, which is where the ship’s tenders take us.
It does not look like a place that sees many tourists.
Easter Island is one of those weird places that is largely dependent on tourism, yet seems largely uninterested in it.
I need to spend more time here NOW, while this place still hangs between two worlds, before the resorts and boutiques move in.