The Pacific is endlessly large, more than two-thirds of all the world's water sloshes here against countless island coasts. Many wretched islands but even more blissful islands. And around it in a large circle Asia and the Americas. I also call Australia an island for convenience. It's not that big. To sit under palm trees, to meet beautiful people, to look into their hearts, more volcanoes and most likely to sway a bit with the countless earthquakes that this country has patented. The latter can get out of hand, but alas, you have to come to an end somewhere and then Vanuatu is not as bad as the edge of the world and beyond. The name is incidentally a corruption of "pain in your ass" or the French "Mal e Cul".