Help me with my historical geography here: But is that the same bay where Sunsail and Fat Hog Bob's restaurant was?
We were on a mooring ball for the night, dinghied over to Fat Hog Bob's > returned in the darkness / all is well. About 10:00 pm, a dinghy with two guys pulls alongside our boat and knocks on the hull. They couldn't find a doorbell. They, then, proceed to imply we had stole their dinghy (Heh, you've got "our" dinghy). By this time, everyone is top side and my first mate, friendly as ever, says: "Are you guys drunk?"
Flashlights were produced and somehow the dinghy we had chosen for our return trip had the name of their mother boat stenciled in big letters all over it.
Oh what precious memories!
