One afternoon, walking around Hanga Roa drinking a can of soda or something like that, a pack of feral dogs was kicking up dust and making a deafening racket of barks and growls. I’m not sure why I remember it so vividly.

One afternoon, walking around Hanga Roa drinking a can of soda or something like that, a pack of feral dogs was kicking up dust and making a deafening racket of barks and growls. I’m not sure why I remember it so vividly.