After one sits on a plane for 9 hours, then embarks upon an excursion in a major world city for a few more hours, then hops on a plane for another 12 or so hours – one needs to rest. One needs sleeping. One needs sitting on comfy furniture. One needs… a beach. On this day, GFVicki took us for a bit of noshing and then a bit of scenery. We took a wee drive along the coast and ended up walking on a beach. A lovely beach. A lovely white sand, blue water beach where just a couple weeks ago, or so, a man was eaten by a shark. Yes. The shark bumped the man up in the air, opened its mouth in anticipation of the delivery, then *SNAP* – six course meal in one fell swoop. Very tragic and sad, really. The man’s wife had just gone across the street to purchase something eventually to return to discover her husband had been killed by a shark. I can’t imagine that horror. But, life goes on…

Today the shark flag was flying – a flag displayed as a warning. Did people pay heed to the flag? Pfff. Were people swimming in the shark infested ocean? Hell ya, bra. I guess its the illusion of immoratality. I, for one, would not go a’swimming in the waters where a shark had just eaten someone. But’s that’s me. Being all shark cautious and practical and all. The scenery was wonderful…

There are those who watch for sharks…

There are those who taunt the sharks and those crazy people should be very careful…