We enter a first lagoon, the engines goes off in favour of the poling navigation. The flat is scattered with turtle grass speckled with turquoise sandy banks. As we slide on an opalescent water,
lots of fishes swim by in the silence of the morning.
I recognize a nurse-shark when the guide gives the get-ready signal. Fifteen meters of line lie at my feet. A school of bonefish is approaching at 2 o'clock. Yet too far to cast, the heartbeat's almost hearable in the stillness. Time to cast now..
too close and I just managed to scare them off.