Lost in Translation

Meet Zeev, he’s from Israel, but lives in Melbourne. Our paths crossed in Vanuatu, where he invited me to drink some jasmine tea and talk about stuff. We were two of the four visitors present at Blue Pango motel, a place with lovely Korean owners, that has seen better days.
Back to Zeev (I was told it means wolf in Hebrew), at first I thought he’s just nuts, he had this stare and kept on talking and talking randomly, what he does, how he does it and why he likes it. ‘it’ is giving guitar lessons and taking nude photographs, I presume, not at the same time. The more tea we drunk and the more we talked, I realized he was no nuts at all, just weird and curious, like me, so that put me at ease.
We discussed his days in Israeli army, playing jazz for 15 years, travelling to random places, why Australia and Pacific is so expensive, how to get free stuff and meet local people when travelling. Tip: almost always you have knowledge or services, that someone will want to trade or pay for, you just have to find out what it is e.g. Zeev took local wedding photographs and gave speeches about Israel in local churches, in exchange people opened up their homes, invited him to stay, fed him, and allowed to take pictures of real Vanuatu, for free, voilà.
And then we exchanged goods, I drank his tea, he ate half of my papaya and grapefruit, he gave me 8GB of rock and roll, I gave him two Hollywood and two art house movies, and finally he left me his jar of peanut butter, but took my Dove Men body wash bottle, both were half empty. I think it was a fair trade of goods, what do you reckon?
P.s Here is sweet little island where I spent my weekend, getting sunburnt (no accessories = no sun lotion).