Day in paradise - St Lucia

Morning scrum on the pier at St Lucia where cruise passengers and taxi drivers via for custom.
“Take us to a quiet beach” asks M above the uproar.
 
“No problem,” says driver. “Follow me.”
We leave the crowded building for a secluded parking lot.
 He points to a mini bus.
“Get in”.
Mmmm……suddenly we are among twelve others all looking for a “quiet beach”.
 
Twenty minutes later we are deposited on Pidgeon Island beach only to discover that a half the ship, well a bit of an exaggeration but a substantial number, were already installed.
All sun loungers are gone though we manage to negotiate for two damaged ones at half price  (this appealed to M’s Yorkshire nature).  All parasols also gone.
No matter we shelter from the 30C heat under an almond tree.
 
The sea is warm and the whole scene is like something out of a holiday brochure. Its helpful though if you enjoy being close to total strangers. At one point I turn my head and find a man’s big toe within inches of my mouth….
Meanwhile a Rastafarian hawks his coconut rum punch boat and folk get quietly drunk.
 
One local guy tries to drum up trade for his Jet Ski business. Clearly he had not looked at the age of his potential clients.
In the distance we see a gathering of yachts and super yachts.
 Now here is a bit of useless information: how do you tell a super yacht from an ordinary yacht? It has a helipad and several satellite dishes.  There were two parked in the bay.
 
We felt like the poor relations on our broken sun loungers.