As Peru is turning out to be the noisiest country in the world, I urgently need a time-out. I just want to walk across green meadows, sit by the sea and dig out some ancient artefacts for a week.
The perfect place to do this is Easter Island in Chile. Although “in Chile” is not exactly the right term, because first I have to fly across 3,512 km of Pacific Ocean to get there. This is neither good for the environment, nor for my therewith thoroughly depleted savings. But if I will run out of dough, an island in the middle of the Pacific is the best place to let fate hit me hard.
Thus I will spend the first week of October hiking and marveling in a spot more secluded than any I have ever visited. I am sure you want a postcard.