White sandy beaches, lush green palm trees, guitar strings softly humming in the air, all the glorious cliches of island life is what I have been day dreaming about lately. Having just scratched the surface of island hopping in the South Pacific, there is wonderful slowness that encompasses island life. Time seems to move slower there because it can. It’s island time. The ferry is late, no big deal. The bus was supposed to arrive thirty minutes ago? Guess it just got held up. Probably still coming. Let’s just keep enjoying the view, because that’s what there is to do…in Vanuatu.