Of course that _expression_ refers to "Never". But
here in the Bahamas, while pigs do not fly, they are great swimmers. Every
cruiser in the area saves up veggie and fruit scraps, old bread, and dinner bits
to take to feed the "girls." Placed here by the locals, one pig is
occasionally harvested for a special occasion. This causes much sadness to
the cruisers who come to think of them as pets.
When we neared Pig Beach, there were several people
ashore. The pigs were ignoring them. A sow with two tiny piglets
strolled the shore. Then they heard the sweet sound of a dinghy motor,
stood up, shook the sand off, and headed for the waterline. Incredibly,
they swam out to the boat to beg! One even put its hooves on the dinghy
and opened its mouth wide. The wind took the food bits and it missed the
mouth. The pig had to get down, lap the food up out of the salty water, and try
again. Food gone, we headed back to the settlement. The supply
boat had arrived a day early so we went to stock up on fresh stuff. We
also stopped at the little yellow house to buy bread. The lady there bakes
4 batches of 8 loaves each day, $6 each. And she was OUT of bread.
Or so she said. Then she peered at me a little closer and said, "Aren't
you the one who was here yesterday (they were out then, too.)?" "You said
you'd come today, so I set aside two loaves for you."
Yipee. Heading south, we will not have a chance to shop again
til Georgetown, some 2 weeks away. Jim and Janie
came to dinner. Mahi, of course. We will follow separate paths after
the weekend. We will miss them. A 1987 Trojan 12 meter motor vessel
entered the harbour, Melanie Bear. She was from the Georgian Bay,
our old cruising area. We had a 10 meter Trojan in those days. They
were familiar with all our favorite spots and we had a nice visit with
them. Many boats here are from the far north. Some left as early as
June to get here.