We decided to do something really magical and not just on 12.12.12 but at exactly 12 minutes past 12 noon … or 220.127.116.11.12.
At the appointed moment, we were swimming with pigs, four fat pregnant sows, in the crystal clear waters of the Exuma Cays. The friendly ladies saw our fast boat arriving and were already swimming out into the limpid waters of the bay, when we jumped in with treats. A frenzy of oinking porkers and thrashing hooves seemed scary, but meant no harm. What an experience, in a day filled with extraordinary adventures down here in the Exumas.
What were you doing at 12.12 on 12.12.12? Let me know.