We went to the neighboring island of Big Major, home to many wild pigs and local attraction for cruisers. When we arrived there were several other boats waiting at the shore for the pigs to show; the waiting boats lost patience and moved on and as soon as they did, here came the pigs. Big one's, little one's, short one's and fat one's. We had met a gentlemen that warned us to be careful and not hand feed them. They had been known to charge boats, and in fact, deflated one of the inflatable types with their hooves trying to get in the boat. There is another local named John who lost part of his middle finger in the pigs mouth. SO, when mamma piggy tried climbing on the bow of little girl, I jumped, screamed and ran to the back of the boat. David was cracking up "attack of the killer pigs"..... Ha Ha
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We later returned to find a few boat loads of people, including small children maybe 2-3 years old frolicking on the beach, hand feeding and hugging the pigs. Now I feel silly for being scared!
David and I had packed a picnic lunch in hopes of discovering our own little private island with sun, sand and shade. We found the most beautiful little spot with a large shade tree, we pitched our blanket and spent the afternoon snorkeling, taking pictures and just relaxing.
We returned to the marina to discover they were having "happy hour" at the Yacht Club. The band was set up, we sang and danced into the night. The base guitarist is a local named Yellowman; island rumor is that he died and when placed in a body bag he came back to life.
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