Years ago, I read an article about Big Major Cay, an island in the Bahamas that is solely inhabited by pigs. I’ve been infatuated with the idea of this place ever since. Anchored just yards away from the pig beach, I could barely contain my excitement as we waded in from our dinghy (just in case the pigs got a little too zealous and tried to come aboard) and were greeted by a stampede of splashing, grunts, and oinks.
Brian and I never bring food to feed local animals or fish. Once the pigs discovered that we were empty-handed, they went back to doing their thing; rooting around in the sand, running along the beach, and wading lazily in the water. The real entertainment began when an older couple from Quebec pulled up ashore with a big container of food. The woman was instantly overtaken by the pigs running towards her, and she held the container above her head, while her husband filmed the whole thing on his oversized iPad. One of the pigs grew impatient to be fed and sunk his teeth into her bikini clad bottom, causing her to scream and make a scene. The husband, who watched these events unfold from behind the screen of his iPad, laughed and teased her in French all the while, keeping his camera rolling. Disgusted by the pigs (her husband included) she flung the food into the ocean, ran to the dinghy, and made a quick getaway before the pigs could follow them.
After the pig beach, we took the dinghy a mile down the way to Thunderball Grotto, a beautiful, cathedral of a cave where scenes for two James Bond movies, Thunderball and Never Say Never Again and Ron Howard’s Splash were filmed. The grotto had amazing snorkeling; lots of beautiful nooks and crannies to explore, as well as many types of tropical fish. Mercifully, no underwater battles occurred during our visit.
There’s another cold front set to hit us this weekend, with gusts topping off at 60 knots and lots of rain. We staked out a spot behind the Majors yesterday afternoon where we hope to be protected from the worst of the waves. We’ll hole up here for 3-4 days at least, battening down the hatches and using the abundant internet to track down a replacement winch on eBay, among other boat chores. (1/22/16 – 1/22/16)