As it happened not too rarely in the crazy and bloody history of European colonialism, French and the British navies played for almost 200 years a tug of war for control of Saint Lucia. Ultimately the British won, but luckily for all foodies later to arrive as tourists, French (culinary) influence prevailed. Food was still an issue when my wife and me arrived in 2012 on an island hopping trip from neighbouring Martinique. We were just entering the tiny beach town of Soufrière, beneath the breathtaking Moss-backed Pitons, kind of two Sugarloaf Mountains in the Caribbean, when locals were staging a manifestation: „Hungry again“, the banners of their truck stated. We later sat in our hideaway, open to all elements, with no window to block the perfect view.  We looked on lush hills, on a land of full bounty where banana and coconut grew galore, and were a bit confused: How could, if the world would offer any justice, anybody be hungry here?