We came back from Street Fest and noticed that the car dropped us a short distance away from the lobby. Looked like the road was blocked a party was going on. People were dancing and singing with beer bottles and wine glasses in hand. There were two DJs doing everything DJs are supposed to do. Except there was no sound – let alone any blaring, heart thumping floor music.

Upon inspection we found out that the hotel was giving headphones to everybody. You could stream in any of the two DJs – that would be the reason for the red and green lights on the headphones. And of course dance to it.

Not sure who had more fun. The dancers lost in the music or the non dancers watching people flailing arms and gyrating silently!!

The locals were dancing to the island music. The tourists were dancing to the island music. Even folks who could not dance – check out the guy in the wheelchair – pushed their way to the front to catch a piece of the action. Nobody danced as if nobody was watching like the gentleman in orange shirt. He is an elderly tourist and he was funny.

Apparently the local cricket team (which is in a winning spree I believe) was there too but I did not recognize them.

There was the Providenciales Thursday Fish Fry in Turks and Caicos. There was the Friday Oistin Fish Fry in Barbados. There was the Sunday Fish in Samoa.

And now the Friday Street Fest in St. Lucia.

These islands seems to have a decompression day every week where everybody comes out and has food and drinks outside with a lot of island music and dancing.

It was a long drive – nearly one hour – for such a small island. The airport is in the southernmost corner of the island. The runway is literally off the edge of the water – on both sides!! And the hotels and beaches are on the north side. In between are the mountains and the roads have a lot of curves and hair pin bends. The forests in the mountains are as lush as rainforests of Costa Rica. The drive itself reminded us of St. Croix a lot.