Monasterio de la Oliva
Travel Blogs from Carcastillo
... For someone who is perfectly synchronised in bodily functions as I am, this is a moment of drama...finding three people ahead of you, not only could lead to "accidents", but is also probably one of the "Top 10 Worst Cues You Can Join". You both have to concentrate as a perfect "Sensei Master" to have supreme control over your bowels, and listen and smell to each and every previous chap!
> > At some albergues the toilets are even mixed men / women. The Horror!
I arrived in Pamplona on July 5th, 2012, (The day before the Opening Celebrations) I wanted to get my self settled in and relaxed for the opening festivities the next morning. It was a good thing because the streets were packed, wall to wall people. My friends that know me, know that I always say I have the best luck ever.... Believe it or not, I was able to get hooked up with a friend who lived 300 meters, from the Bull Run, yes.... All I litterally had to do was ...
... and not only did we have
lots of tours from the Cruise ships but all the locals were also
milling around. The Church was built in the shape of a cross. With
the wings extending out and doors on all of the ends. The entrance
was magnificent with a huge double staircase with plenty of rod iron
all the way up. The bell towers were massive and there were two huge
organs in the church. Everywhere around the altar was carved and
... spoke French.
After that, we found a drumming group playing awesome music and we participated in the dancing, and got a GREAT laugh out of the drunk mom who went to the center and started to do a strip dance, haha...so many drunk, funny people! Along with a lot of drunk people, there were a LOT of gorgeous foreign men of whom we followed and took pictures of :).
Around 6pm, some of the group decided to buy bull fight tickets for 30 Euros. Myself, Angie, and Laura ...
... Apart from the beating my legs and back took from dancing for so long, my neck pains are once again reminding me why headbanging is not in fact a good idea. Pura locura.
So I took some ibuprofen, rolled out of bed sometime in the later afternoon, and headed to see los torros.
Bullfighting: Valuable art form, necessary cultural experience, or glorified slaughter? The truth is, ...