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There I was, headed to Cuba for my annual  trip. I had  been packing my stuff for 3 weeks. The anticipation was tremendous. The itinerary was dope.

First stop: Las Salinas, to check the numerous bonefish, then after to Havana to meet up with my friend Arnaud and off to Cayo Paredon on the north side of the Island, for tarpon, bones and permit. Last stop: Punta Allen, Mexico with E. Coati to shoot a film about my friend Paris Fleezanis from This Is Fly in action and ecstasy catching permit all week long. But someone threw a wrench in our plans: Beryl …

.As I arrived in Las Salinas, the sky grew darker and a few drops started to fall…Three days later I took shelter in Hotel Sevilla in La Havana where I dried my  gear before heading to Cayo Paredon where the weather was worsening. As I arrived on the flats the wind starts to howl and heavy rain started to fall. All the fish were long gone as Tropical Storm Beryl came to visit. Pounding rain. Unrelenting.  I was not evacuated as were the guys from Avalon on the southern part of the Island, but the fishing was tough… very tough… “I’ll catch up in Mexico” , I thought to myself. But as I arrived in Punta Allen, where I met up with the film director Elizabeth Coati and Paris Fleezanis, Beryl decided to come along  uninvited… Thunderstorms, heavy driving rain, big crashing waves, strong winds…. that’s what we got instead of permit… Fortunately I had a new rain jacket (I’ll post the field test soon) that kept me dry ! I’m telling you, next year May is OUT. I’ll go in April !!![wpvideo 1NeLN0wD]