pedestrians
One thing I really like about Port Vila is that the longer I'm here, the more smaller it seems. Like the other day, when I went to put some boxes on the ship. Before, I had no idea who any of the guys were that worked there and couldn't tell them apart from any average guy walking down the street, but now I know most of their names (I think three of them are named Steven) and have reached a comfort level with them that includes joking. Mostly on their part, but still, it's joking. Today, I was walking down the street and I saw Mama Rosie, who I hadn't seen for at least three months. I crossed the street to shake her hand, and suddenly her daughter-in-law and grandchildren appeared. All of them shook my hand, said hello, asked what I was doing and where I was going. Port Vila is random... and it's small. Even though I may not know many people, I'm sure that if I sat down and talked to any random person, we could figure out at least one person we both know, probably more. I guess this is what happens when you live in a small country!