The sea squall, blocked by the Azores’ anticyclone, lashes the sea about with strong and tenacious winds. The junction with the Gulf Stream enlarges the waves, giving them a pyramidal shape that increases their speed and length. It’s seven o’clock in the morning, low tide. From an elevated point in the seacoast we find a series of waves opening up and spreading over more than six miles. While we warm up, we watch the breakers, their rythm and the currents that are generated. A thousand and five hundred miles to the South East of Azores, the waves arrive orderly to the High Atlas’ extreme West. Shortly before crashing against the coast, they find us there, paddling towards them.
Photography. Dizy Díaz
Drawings. Ángela Palacios
A special thanks to the others travellers Xavi Carbonell and Santos Henarejos