Another crazy week to add to my Overseas Experience. Running away from Bulls, sangria filled water pistols, and partying up with Spain after they won their worldcup semi finals game against Germany.
I heard from my friend Jye that the Pamplona bull runs were one of the most amazing things he had done during his travels… he wasn’t lying. The bulls weren’t hugely scary, for the most part you only experience 3 secs as they race past… but its the sheer panic and fear on everyones face that really gets the adrenaline going.
The brave/moronic woke up on Wednesday morning to participate in the first bull runs of the San Fermin festival. In the dark we were ushered into coach loads of ‘Bovine’ cannon fodder and sent on an hour long mission to Pamplona. Once in Pamplona we ducked under a few barriers, and were at the beginning of the town hall. We were waiting for the rockets to fire at 8pm to signal the starting of the first bull runs. I stuck closely to the PP travel guys who had done it last year, as I did not want to be part of the group that got culled on the first morning. continue reading…
