The adventures and risks that the Venezuelan does to take food home.

Today, an uncle and some friends who are deep-water busos came and invited me to take out patecabra as we say on the island where I live, and I went with them and took my raft. It is so deep where were the patecabra that when I reached the bottom my ears hurt a lot and when I came up to take air sometimes I had a headache and had to rest until my headache will go away to go back down where there were the patecabras.

Here with my friends and uncle fixing the raft so I could hold the bags of patecabra when we were blowing them.

Even though it is not the time to find big patecabras, we manage to get some sacks, I also busie! On the shore my uncle was waiting for us to boil them and to eat them hot, we managed to get enough that even a suit for the house to eat it stewed with rice!

Here they were boiled in their shells and were mounted on a small table to proceed to remove them from their shells.

The patecabras already parboiled out of their shells. These are activities that I really like and now more than life is very difficult here in Venezuela, the salary is not enough to buy a carton of eggs, this is getting tighter as we say here! And I thank God I have many virtues and I move to find the food to take home. We returned to the times of before living from fishing, hunting and farming! It is unfortunate that after being a rich country we have retreated so much because of the bad policies of a corrupt government that only what is imported is to spend the little money they stop stealing in war weapons while a people dying of hunger and in hospitals for lack of medication.