"If those little bottles of Malibu have washed up, I won't turn them down, is what I mean," Valentin replies with a laugh.

"Pineapples, coconuts, maybe papayas or mangos or something too. Tropical fruit salad, sounds good to me." White sand, blue sea, green jungle. If you can ignore, or look away, from what's left of the airplane, it's a postcard perfect picture of a deserted island.

"And then it's relaxing on the beach until the cavalry arrives."