Bullfight in Nimes
Trip Start Apr 11, 2012
34Trip End Oct 10, 2012
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Where I stayed
The hostel in Nimes was full when I arrived, but they have a yard where camping is allowed. I was lucky to not have to find a campground at 8:30 pm and even paid half-price for the same facilities by camping. This hostel is unique when compared to my other hostel experiences. Maybe it is just a more tourist-heavy region, but there are far fewer French staying here and far more English-speaking travelers than any of the other hostels
I ended up staying at the hostel in Nimes longer than I had planned for several reasons. I had spent 6 consecutive days on the bike before Nimes, and that just doesn’t work for me. I was sick of the bike, and when that happens, I know I am off balance. Four days is probably the maximum for me before riding stops being fun and starts being a chore, just a way to get to the next place. You have to find your balance to enjoy yourself, and I am still working on it.
There were a couple days of rain, so I spent the days indoors, resting and wasting my time on the computer (another essential item for me)
Wednesday morning then, I rode the 20 miles out to Pont du Gard, which is the Roman aqueduct bridge that was part of the system that brought water to Nimes. This area does look a lot like California, and apparently some of the vegetation is quite similar, as my allergies decided to go and tell me. I hiked around the bridge trying to get all the angles, and though I was prepared for some swimming, the water was too cold. Quite impressive, and until they make 3D cameras, pictures can’t match the sight.
Well, for the bullfight then. The game/match/event or whatever started at 6 pm, and though I had the cheapest seats in the house, I think they were the best
Judging it solely as a "sporting event" I would rate this as more boring than soccer. They did this same exact routine to six different bulls, and while there were 3 different matadors, the only variety really came from the energy and personality of each bull. I was rooting for the bulls the whole time, for nothing about this is remotely like a fair fight. I suppose it is Spanish culture, though. The whole bravado thing and all. “Look at me, I am daring a bull” kind of loses its impact when you see the way the “fight” is set up. I am not so much saying this in opposition to animal cruelty, but as its lack of quality as a spectacle. If they wanted to make it interesting, it should be two bulls fighting each other or two roosters…