As a lot of you may have heard in the build up to this trip, all onboard were rather excited about one up and coming event....The swimming pigs! We zoomed off to pig beach, even more over excited as we had heard there may be not just swimming pigs but swimming piglets too. After a giggle at the pigs that came swimming out to us we beached the tender and went for a wander.... Turns out pigs are a little scary. With Abe standing by laughing, we fled along the beach as the pigs came running for us.... Esme making the ultimate decision 'camera or body' as she took a sharp rock to her hand camera held high out of harms way.
After rather a long while and with no other options left open to us, the pigs had blocked us in to one end of the beach, we decided to ditch the 'safety' of the sharp rocks and ran screaming down the beach like a bunch of sissys....The pigs must have thought it was a game as they charged behind us!
The pigs unlike the iguanas from Allan's cay can swim and run much faster and can also jump into the tender.... So this time there was no where to hide. Abe thought it was hilarious watching us squealing like the pigs...
We decided to treat ourselves with a dinner at the yacht club where we met the famous J.Peterman from Seinfield and his band of rogue kite surfers. We were soon partying the night away...
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