Our mate El Prado and his dear lady Elle spent a few days at the Jamieson Caravan Park recently. One evening they walked across town to a little restaurant called Mingo’s for dinner, which they tell us is well worth the visit.
After an evening of most pleasant inebriation they left the restaurant for the stroll home in the warm evening air. Suddenly a large pig of about 250 – 300kg loomed out of the dark with a certain attraction for our mate El Prado. Much oinking, snuffling and nudging ensued before they reached the safety of their caravan, their clothes covered in dribbles of pig snot but at least still on their feet. El Prado reckons that was a pretty close call, after all, he was lucky not to have caught snyphilis!
The pig it appears is of the domestic variety and a bit of a local legend and her name is Narelle.