La Isla, that is how the local people call their homeland, the most remote populated island on earth. And if it’s true that all islands have that special charm, that sense of being different from the continent, it’s even more true when the continent they belong to is so far away. This is the case of Easter Island, or Rapa Nui, as it’s its original name. The island is very small, just 20 Km in length of triangular shape, where the corners, which are long extinct volcanoes, were the first to be formed during the island’s creation. Our plane arrives in Easter Island at 6 in the morning, and as we hadn’t booked accommodation in advance we rely on someone at the airport offering us something. We are sure lucky enough that the someone in question is Oscar which is a super nice and friendly guy with a lovely guesthouse. He drives us the 2-300 meters there, we leave our luggage and immediately walk to the sea to see the sun set. The place is wonderful, simple houses scattered around, nice gardens with plenty of vegetation, mango and avocado trees and few horses here and there.