I had ordered a cold drink, and when after a few minutes she came to set this on the counter in front of me I asked if I could take a snap of her serving it up. Sure... click. Then when I picked it up, it was hot! Had to be someone else's order!
There is another photographer in the scene... up the slope about a car-length to the right of the third engine; dark clothing, light hat... getting a closer view of the train. I raced ahead of the train, skidded to a halt, jumped over the guard rail and waited less than a minute for the train to look "right".
Central Lanzarote, Canary Islands. Dry volcanic soil, no irrigation; I'll guess the grapevines(?) are positioned in the pits to gather some dew at night.
