Berit Ramstad Skoyles: Banana trees, white sand a fitting crescendo
When I stepped off of the plane at the Mataveri International Airport all I could think was that I had finally arrived — I was finally on Easter Island.
My friend Emma and I were screaming our heads off with the excitement of being in a place where few people get the chance to visit.
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