I Love Pamplona Viva San Fermin
Trip Start May 11, 2005
320Trip End Ongoing
I will be brief for this entry as it was along time ago now and I have forgot most details...We took a 5 day break from the trail and caught a train back to Pamplona for the Running of the bulls (I ran 3 years ago but not this year) known as San Fermin. We, as a group did not really need a break but if your in Spain for this festival it would be a waste not to go. Plus Fleur´s boytoy was there which did not hurt matters.
The first night we were there we went to the Harp (Irish bar) to watch Italy flop their way to yet another victory much to the dismay of every Aussie and anyone else who hates watching pussy soccer players fake fouls. Fuck the Italy soccer team and the horse they rode in on!
The next morning was the start of San Fermin which offically kicks off at 12 noon
We arrived an hour before noon and the place was packed. Chelise and I mananged to get some spots in the middle of a packed out square on top of a dumpster. It was a sweet spot because we were above everyone and therefore were not getting crushed or getting sprayed with everthing. As it got closer and closer to noon you could feel the engery of the crowed starting to build and evey little Spanish chant/song was being sung and people were jumping up and down. There are huge beach balls bouncing all around and the odd champagne bottle is being sprayed. Then at the clocks strikes 12. Rockets explode over the city to signal the party can offically start. At the sound of the explosion the crowd goes wild and all hell breaks loose. Pushing, champagne spraying, beer and wine spitting and the people who are looking down from the millions of balconies that over look the crammed street dump water by the bucket load on the crowd
The next day the bulls ran but they start at 8 AM so needless to say we need not even attmept to make it. Some dude from Boston got stepped on and paralized that day. This is the day that we saw the Big Heads walking through town and the day the I found the famous aussie fountain. This fountain is famous only during running of the bulls because aussie backpackers climb up it and jump into the arm cradle of other backpackers. It is the one thing I was warned to stay away from since every year, someone does not get caught or gets too drunk and jumps off before anyone can catch them. I was part of the cathing crew for a bit until I decided to get some pictures of this crazy event.
The final day we we got up to late again and tried to get a spot to watch the bulls run but since we got there only an hour early, every avaiable place was jammed packed. So while the girls tried to get a spot on the fence I went to a bar and watched the whole thing live on TV. We caught a train back to Leon after all this craziness ready to give our livers a break and get back on the trail!