AH San Fermin Suites Pamplona

Un día cualquiera en la oficina. Suena mi móvil y recibo un mensaje que dice "La selección para la beca en China ha sido resulta. Has sido seleccionado final, enhorabuena! Consulta tu mail". La respiración se me corto y volví a leer el mensaje. Era una noticia que esperaba desde hacía mucho tiempo con la misma ilusión que esperas la nota de selectividad, o la contratación a un puesto de trabajo que quieres. Y la verdad que me sent ...

... and doing just about anything you could think of in the streets and parks of Pamplona. I was having a great time and alternated between partying in the street and in bars. At about 4 in the morning I´m in a packed bar dancing and suddenly feel someone reach into my pocket and grab my wallet. I reacted immediatelty but wasn´t quick enough, it was so packed I had no idea who just stole my wallet... ****! I went outside and tried to collect myself but I ...

... taunts bull with his red cape and postures arrogantly to entertain the crowd. Once he or the crowd get over this he tries to use a sword to pierce the bull between the shoulders and through the internal organs to kill the bull once and for all<br>7: If successful the first time, the bull coughs up blood then collapses to the ground. the men in leggings collect all their spent spears and the sword and the bull is dragged from the arena ...

We'll remember this stage for the amount of mud we accumulated in our legs. It was an awkward day, at least this stage was pretty easy but the beginning (a huge climb with a lot of mud).<br><br>We founded the main refuge in Estella newly renovated, clean, with all the facilities... a nice place where we met people from Italy, Germany and New Zealand , we decided to cook together a huge tipical spanish omelet!!! We also took a walk around beatiful Estella despite of the pain in our legs!<br>

... br>Monte del Perdon is haundred times harder than O Cebreiro, after we reach the top of the Mount, we had to descent to Puente la Reina, we saw lots of people with injuries because of this descent.<br><br>Puente la Reina is beautiful village with lots of services and refuges.<br>

... meander through the streets until I reach the cathedral and stop inside whilst one of the hundreds of masses for the day takes place. More about the cathedral later. I find a bank to replenish funds, and sit on the statue of the bulls where Marc from New York finds me and takes a picture for me. We (I) decide that we (I) need salt and sugar to keep hydrated, so we walk about 4km to find a Burger King. It is ...

In yesterday's blog, I forgot to mention two amusing things associated with this visit. When shopping in Barcelona for gifts to take to the family (since I'd almost run out of Australian souvenirs), I came across an oddity which I couldn't resist but buy for Orión: a koala soft toy with the Barcelona football club's emblem!! It seemed like an ideal gift from an Australian living in Barcelona. I wish I'd taken a photo of it; who would've ...

... wouldn't make it this far west/south. Seven kilometres out of town one enters the town of Arneguy on the Spanish border. This is where I first saw the legions of 'Pilgrims' clad in their rain-slickers and Hi-Tec boots marching along the highway. Arneguy is where the ascent into the mountains begins to get tough. It is a gruelling 20 km stretch of uphill and switchbacks to the first of three mountain passes en route to Pamplona. El Puerto de Ibañeta. Elevation 1057 m ...

... planned this whole trip centered on making the run of the bulls. But honestly, Pamplona was too crazy for how I was feeling. The short nap in the park made things a little better, but my throat still hurt and I felt so cold that I put on my jacket while it was probably still 80 degrees outside. We decided that we should lock our daypacks up as we didn´t want to carry them around anymore. The city opens up a local church in the plaza de San ...

... back to the campground as there were no buses going our way. What amazed us were the amount of people going in dressed up for a big one, the night before the first run, and they were all Spanish though. In the morning, the van was leaving at six in the morning to get to the run. We jumped in for the ride and went looking for a space as the first run takes place at eight in the morning. We were in there at seven, but most the good spots had gone. We ...