We were newlyweds and off to a second honeymoon in the island of Hawaii. We were driving by the coast, enjoying the crisp Hawaiian sun and the endless expanse of blue – blue water, blue skies, sands stretching to forever. They were not kidding when they called this place paradiso, I thought. We were on a bus and we just fancied to go on a trip around the island. We would hop out when we saw a beach that we liked, swim for a bit, or lazy around, and then hop back in.

We saw it. What they called Shark’s Cove.

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