atun


On my way back from Algeciras to Tarifa area,
I was passing through the hills near the Estrecho,
the place where you get a fair view on Jbel Muza,
the hard to shoot mountain, that sometimes catches nicely the light at the end of the day.

It seemed a good place anyway to shower and to bake some atun with calabacin, sherry and ginger.
But then, by accident and by complete surprise the sun started going down,
and since I was was only a few hundred meters away from the other side of the hill…