From Costa Rica to Los Roques, Venezuela

After our great week in Costa Rica it was time to head to the airport again. Not to go home but to head for the Los Roques archipelago in Venezuela! We had heard many bad stories about travellers and fishermen getting into problems in Venezuela. But Los Roques is famous for plenty of big bonefish, so we did not care about that. We flew from Costa Rica to Caracas, the capital of Venezuela. We were met by representatives from our tour operator at the airport in Caracas and they drove us straight to the Marriott hotel without any incidents. We had to spend the night there before flying to Los Roques the next morning. The hotel was decent enough and we spent the afternoon at the hotel bar overlooking the Caribbean ocean. It was an uplifting sight to see some big schools of fish in waters below our hotel.


Not long before our trip a plane had gone missing flying out of Los Roques. We did some research and found out that quite a lot of planes had gone down near Los Roques and that the archipelago now had a new name. “The new Bermuda triangle”! Slightly hung over we headed to the airport early next morning together with a friendly group of Canadian flyfishers that was going to stay at the same lodge as ourselves. We talked about bonefish and Venezuelan aircraft maintenance policies and hoped that our plane was of a decent size and that it would not crash. If it was going to crash at least it had to be on our way back after we had caught a lot of bonefish. At least our aircraft had two engines and LTA was one of the most reliable airlines in Venezuela…

Boarding the plane


Our flight passed by without any incidents and we landed at Los Roques about 50 minutes after taking off from Caracas.


After paying the park entrance fee we were guided to our lodge operated by the guiding company Sight Cast ( We unloaded our gear, rigged our rods and got ready for our very first bonefish experience! Everybody fished in pairs together with a guide and a boat captain. Our designated guide was called “Heffren”. He did not speak very good English, but just enough to communicate the basics. But he was an excellent guide and knew all there was about bonefish and how to catch them.So we headed out to a special place where Heffren said some very big bones lived… To be continued



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