We left the campsite at 9am on the 6/7/12 to go to Pamplona for the opening ceremony of the running of the bulls. The opening ceremony pretty much consisted of nothing but flour egg sparkling wine and sangria being thrown over everyone by everyone as well as almost everybody becoming more blind that stevie wonder.

It was absolutely insanity. I didn’t see any police at the opening ceremony and people were just doing whatever the hell they wanted with no consequences. The difference between them going crazy and an event like this being held in Australia is that there is nobody there to ruin someone else’s fun. They are all so excited for the running of the bulls that the don’t focus any energy on causing a fight (at least most). There is this thing they do over here and it’s basically drunk stupid idiots jump off a fountain after climbing the eight meter high thing and just jump off into the crowd that catches them. Everybody watching pegs bottles at them hoping they’ll fall. It’s seriously the crazies thing and everyone involved gets hurt. Finally after a long day of waiting around and Eddie missing the bus back to the campsite, we had a kind of early night as we planned to run with the bulls tomorrow.

Yesterday morning we woke at 4am to get ready to leave for running of the bulls. With little nerve, we jumped on the bus. Before we knew it we were back in Pamplona. We got there and the amount of rubbish was difficult to believe. The rubbish in pamplona made kimbriki tip look like it had been ajax spray and wiped twice over.
We were standing at dead mans corner waiting for about an hour for 8am in which the first bell would go to alert us the first bull had started running. At about 750am we all got pushed by the policia to get off the track as there were too many people. Those who tried to force against the police wall got smashed by their battens without out so much as a second thought. It was at this point Eddie and I got split up and so I ran around frantically trying to get back onto the track along with about three hundred others. It was simply just too crowded and I couldn’t get on in time. I only got a glimpse of watching the bulls run. Didn’t get many photos either as I was too afraid to take my camera as it was a hot spot for pickpocketers meaning no photos in our behalf apart from the mental photography of shots we captured I remember.

I was so off it that we didn’t get to run but I was seriously so sick of all the crowds, the travel to and from Pamplona and most of all the two to six or seven hour wait for the bus back to the campsite each day. It was time to kick on.

We left the campsite this morning with no particular place we could think of going. As San Sebastia seems to be a pretty central hub to travel to different places, we figured we would just come back to the place we stayed at last time. Due to a lack of sleep the last three days, Eddie and I mosied around town, got some tasty tapas for lunch and had a sleep until about 6pm. We are unsure of what the plan is tomorrow.

I’m kicking myself in the scrot so hard that we didn’t get to run with the bulls but I felt that we endured so much of the festival and to go back and chances of not being able to run again being high, we didn’t do it. All I wanted was to chill out and not have to have a conversation with anybody which is why being here is perfect for a little r and r