The obstinately optimistic duet of Candide and his good master Pangloss decided to leave the ground of Africa. Not how the African democracies had disappointed them ! They thought, with indulgence, that the grenades and the kalachnikovs, of daily use in the African democracies, hardly seemed, quite simply, adapted to the state of nature.

Fortunate Bigboss thus proposed to them to approach nature.

" The ground, explained to them it, is considered, by certain imaginative researchers, like a gigantic living organism, Gaia, following the example living organisms, vegetables or animals. Since 250 years, he continued, human knowledge progressed considerably on our earth ".

Martin: "Let us say rather than human ignorance slightly regressed! "

Fortunate Bigboss: "One does not conceive any more, conceitedly, our blue planet like single in the universe, with odd human creatures which pile up there more and more. One discovered, not far from us (astronomically speaking, i.e. to a few thousands of light-years), several tens of planets. It appears also probable that there are billion, only in the Milky Way, our familiar galaxy. And thus of myriads of frail thinking beings through the universe ".

Enchanted by their new knowledge and the euphoric prospect for innumerable crowds, naturally optimistic, in an inordinately widened world, our heroes let themselves control by their host.

Fortunate Bigboss solved to make them visit the sites considered like the more enchanting of our tiny planet, the beach-coconut palms of the Caribbean and Polynesia.

A few thousands of wretched dollars later, four powerful reaction engines transported them to the doors of the paradise. Not without to have enjoyed the thousand attentions of ravishing hostesses, waiting home and foot on tourists travelling in not-economic class. With champagne and caviar at profusion.

Pangloss: "What a splendid thing, this tourism of mass, that you praised us so much, Fortunate! "

Candide : " The earthmen are thus not everywhere so unhappy! "

Fortunate Bigboss: "It is a little excessive to qualify our way of travelling of tourism of mass. It would be rather tourism of Jet set ".

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Our ingenuous travellers stayed at a luxury hotel to Puerto Rico where zealous servants made their best to procure them a stay as delicious as possible.

The rooms were vast and sunny with splendid abundantly flowered terraces giving on a sparkling ocean of indigo color.

They remained eight days in this superb luxury hotel, cherished by a troop of servants devoted to the magic of the dollar.

The following week, an immense steamer, of an immaculate white, to the immense shows of a refined luxury, transported them island to island in the Caribbean Sea. They made many stopovers in the islands of the West Indies, the Grenadines, Barbados, the French West Indies and the Virgin Islands from where they regained Puerto Rico.

Fortunate Bigboss not wanting to obscure the voyage of its guests avoided making them visit the islands of Haiti and Cuba. In these two islands, according to him, if nature is splendid, the condition of the inhabitants is miserable.

Pangloss and Candide: "Why? "

Fortunate Bigboss: "In one, the government is entirely corrupt, in the other, they display a noisy integrity and austerity".

Martin: "With an identical result.......... misery".

Fortunate Bigboss proposed to them to leave the Atlantic Ocean to go in a paradisiac area of the Pacific Ocean, French Polynesia.

A few days later, they reached Tahiti from where a small plane took them along to the heart of a tiny feeric lagoon, Bora Bora "Pearl of the Pacific".

Bungalows of an extraordinary comfort, installed on pile, accomodated them. Only multi-millionnaires could allow a stay in these bungalows at astronomical cost. Fortunate Bigboss, multi-millionnaire in dollars (american that goes from oneself) was indifferent to such petty considerations.

All enjoyed, during a few days, of the delights of this paradise, the white sand beaches, the limpid water filled with innumerable multicoloured fishes, the luxuriant coconut palms.

The optimism of Candide and Master Pangloss was to the maximum. Martin keep silent himself, fascinated per such an amount of beauty.

The sixth day, to a few hundred kilometers of Bora Bora, a volcanic island emerges from the abyssal zone. A thirty meters height tsunami broke on the ocean known as pacific and a few hours later reached Bora Bora. The bungalows disappeared. Fortunate Bigboss, Martin and Candide were found, one does not know by which miracle, perched at the top of coconuts, in a motu. Master Pangloss had disappeared, probably drowned, provided with his unshakable optimism.