When you get greeted by the same face at the airport, you know you’re home.
We had an awesome taxi driver, Sammy, who stopped en route for us to get some creole bread. Fresh from the clay oven.
I arrived just in time for Jounen Kwéyòl (Creole Day) which happens on the last Sunday of October. It’s a visual, delicious feast of colours, local food & drink and a celebration of traditions. Further down you see a laborious woodcutting process using a giant hand-held saw. It is how they used to cut planks to build houses in St. Lucia.
One of the highlights was a private day trip around the island. We went off the beaten track, visited a fishing village, got to talk to a lot of people and experience the real St. Lucia. It was invaluable to do this with someone local who often started the dialogue and asked if it was cool to take pictures. I have not met anyone on the island who ever objected to it; I think people just like to be asked 🙂
Borough Market, London: a piece of guava = £2.60
St. Lucia, handpicked roadside = priceless.
An absolute must when in St. Lucia: Joy’s Cruise.
My happy place.