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Wow! Things are heating up in Venezuela! All tropical fishing enthusiasts’ hearts started racing at 170 bpm when they heard this morning that Maduro had been invited by Mr. Trump to take a forced vacation… We all thought, “Hey, man! What about fishing in Los Roques? What’s going to happen?” Between the anxiety of not having access and, on the contrary, the thought that now it will be easier… we’re hesitating! But Los Roques, man, it’s paradise!
You take your little plane from Caracas, which is often full of guys who only want one thing: to go fishing! And you land peacefully on this string of islands surrounded by flats as blue as an 80’s swimming pool: electric blue! Everything is easy there. You sleep in a posada (you’re spoiled for choice) and eat lobster and grilled fish… The first few days you try your hand, all by yourself, at the bonefish that swim and feed near the beach, and then you grab a water taxi and get dropped off on an islet with a sunshade, deckchairs, and a cooler! The guy comes back to pick you up at the end of the afternoon, and you’ll feel a sense of fulfillment and like you’ve been Robinson Crusoe for a day (don’t forget to bring a goat to do like him… but you’re there to go fishing!). Over the next few days, you can always find a guide to take you fishing in areas that are inaccessible on foot, where you might catch tarpon, snapper, and all the other big fish!
So, are we going or not?
And then there’s this, too: (our current favorites: the Venezuelan band that rocks, Rawayana) Go ahead, dance with joy!