I ran home to catch my camera and my water-proof jacket and returned just in time to catch these shots against the setting sun.
It was a spectacular sight accompanied by spectacular sounds.
As they looked large, vicious, exciting and dangerous, my natural instinct was to get as close as possible.
But as soon as I had ventured closer, the sea got fiercer and the waves bigger. I could however not retreat because that would have violated my photographer’s ethos. So I stayed in the middle of the mole, with the Mediterranean Sea crashing over my head.
At this exact moment captured in the last photo, I realized that you wouldn’t be able to see these photos if I stayed and lost my camera. So I finally ran.