One afternoon, I was having lunch at a small restaurant in Hanga Roa close to the harbor.  Partway through my meal, I looked up to see a young man walking through the middle of the restaurant carrying a large fish by the tail.  I picked up my camera and followed him, knocking on the door of the kitchen where he had just taken his fish.  I introduced myself and asked if I could chat to him and take a few photos while he cut up his 22 kg barracuda (or kanakana, as the locals called it). 

We spoke for a short while, and he told me that he had moved to Easter Island from southern Chile six years earlier, looking for work opportunities and new experiences.  Since Easter Island is a territory of Chile, Chilean citizens are able to live and work there, and many easily find jobs in hospitality and other tourism-related industries, allowing them to make decent money in a new setting.  He seemed to enjoy his work at the restaurant, as well as the stark differences between Easter Island and the bustling urban centers of the mainland.  I wished him well and went back to finish my lunch.