The lasses from London like all the tourists, were looking forward to meeting, in some obscure South Seas port, a Graham Greene type character who had been everywhere, seen everything, and met many important people.
Finding such a character would be a find and produce many great columns.
The girls have befriended an old American backpacker who has been to the Oscars, the Grammies, the Emmies, been to Paris, Casablanca, and Amsterdam, met folks like John Wayne and Macolm X, and he has had rides in a B-17G, world war II bomber, and the Goodyear blimp.
I don’t think I’m going to meet any such person, but I’ll keep on looking.
Nic in Kansas predicted (many years ago) this would happen. To “get” the inside joke; Google: “I am Grimaldi!”