The first anchorage for Happy Times and Eclipse took place at Dos Mosquises on the western edge of Los Roques. We hoped that we could fly under the radar of the capricious Venezuelan authorities by sticking to the outskirts of the archipelago.
Dos Mosquises was named after the Amerindians who first inhabited the islets. I threatened to rename it Mucho Mosquitos after a horde of bloodthirsty suckers attacked us. One minute our crews were enjoying the sunset together. The next minute we were swatting ourselves with such ardor that we looked like a cult of self-flagellating fanatics.
Despite our temporary discomfort, Dos Mosquises introduced us to the most amazing water we’ve seen since the Bahamas.