When you read “Los Roques”, you think of that string of little islands where you’re dropped off with a cooler, a sunshade and deckchairs, by fishermen who cab back to pick you up at the appointed time. And then in the evening, we hang out in the Posadas, eat ceviche in the little bars and feel like life has stopped and we’re awesome adventurers, with our stories of fly-fishing and sunburn.

Today, Los Roques… it’s still a bit scary, Venezuela has changed and we can’t say we’re going there whistling… but the fish don’t care, they’re waiting for you and have seen fewer flies in the last 10 years… In any case, if you’re tempted, here’s something to look forward to!