Heinekens & Sharks

Out of the week I spent in Uruguay I finally got to have one nice day at the beach. I loaded up my backpack with a few beers, my journal, some crackers, and a book. I walked for about 1hr and 30min before I found a nice secluded spot to sit and watch the waves. The water was too cold to get in, but I made several valiant attempts anyway. The farthest I got was to the kneecap, but I feel like that there was a reason for that. After my last attempt of going for a swim I retreated back to my manmade sand-chair. While reading my book I looked up for a brief second and saw… fins?

Ahhhh, FINS!!!

Not just any fins, but shark fins.

How do I know this?

I don't. But I can definitely tell you it wasn't fucking Flipper the friendly Dolphin or Shamu..