I spent the last couple of weeks in Uruguay with my friend Jorge Rodriguez. I’d told him in passing that every time I go to South America I always want to go to Easter Island, but that I can never get there. He surprised me and told me that he’d arranged to go there for a day. So, I flew 8,000 miles round trip in one day, it was one of the most fulfilling, mind clearing, spiritual (if you can imagine me being spiritual) trips I’ve ever done. I’ve wanted to go there since I was about five, why? I honestly have no idea, it really was magical, windswept, strange. And after going there for a day and writing this it seems like I never went, which I suppose is one of the joys of travel.
