There are three words to sum up the cayos on the way to Cienfuegos: fish, fish, fish! Most were barracuda on the line, but some mackerel struck too, including one unlucky fish who got a little mauled by reef sharks before we could get him in.
Coral trouts hid under many of the ledges, and I got a few lucky shots with the speargun.
Written by Tristan
