In search of the winter sun I reached the magical island of Tenerife. Although I was based in Los Cristianos, I was not really spending much time there, firstly because crowdy beaches are not my thing, secondly, because of the mortal dangers awaiting there – bikes on the pavements seems to be the norm and faster than the bikes, motorised wheel chairs are even more scary! From the very first day I was seduced by the rugged beauty of the National Park of Del Teide though. The massive area at the foot of the Teide mountain (3718m) is incredibly varied and picturesque. The Teide, as impressive as it is, has been photographed to death, so I have concentrated on less obvious views, pine trees in fog, the black-asphalt-like jungle created by the magma from the latest eruption at the end of the 18th century and rocks of all shapes and colours, including pink and green! The most exciting time in the park was just before the sunset. A layer of the law laying cloud creates this unique phenomenon of a sunset before the actual sunset. I knew the place on a road down to Arona that could potentially give me the opportunity to take “the ultimate shot”, high above the clouds, great slopes on the right and some magnificent tree silhouettes on the left. The roads in this part of the park are narrow and a few places where you can stop are like gold dust, but encouraged by the fact that most of the people leave zig-zaggy mountain roads before dusk, I drove confidently to claim my spot. How disappointed I was to see another car stationed there! As I knew however that there is a space for another car there, I slowed down. To my frustration I realised that not only the owner of the 4×4 parked selfishly taking two available spaces, but also, whatever was left of the space was blocked by not one, not two, but three tripods! To kill or not to kill that was the question….oh, well, sometimes it is not easy to be a photographer! I drove away and a few kilometres down the road I found another view, although less interesting. I set up my tripod (one, not three) only to be joined by another photographer minutes later. Before you ask, no, I did not consider pushing this one off the cliff, after all minutes earlier I was a desperate soul in search of a bit of a space that was denied to me! That night I was not on cloud nine, but I am pretty sure the cloud was eight and a half and that is good for me.