Pamplona Day 1, the place was absolutly packed.We walked around got
some grub and our accessories (scarvs and sashes). About 1am.

Here's the deal, the bulls run for 8 days durring the annual San Fermin Festival.
Every monrning at 8am sharp the release the bulls into the streets. Goal is to
run for your life once u see the bulls, trying to get close enough but not piss
them off and get gored. Bulls are fast as we found out, they will soon run past
you and run into the "Plaza de Toros" the stadium. You must follow them
before they close off the stadium.

 

Pouring rain most of the night ment alot of drinking under umbrellas and
seeking shelter, 2am?
 

Drinkin with some random locals, 3ish?
 

Brian and I chatted in broken Spanish to these ladies for about 3 hours,
they were adamant that we did not attempt to run with the bulls, ESPECIALLY if we
have been drinking all night. Would we listen? heck no. 5am.
 

Gettin ready to run, talkin to some vets, gettin the inside scoop. 7am.
 


 


 

I'll try and make this long story short. But basically myself, Fish and Vick got screwed
out of running with the bulls the first day. Cops formed a barricade thing and proceeded
to push about 2000 of us out through this allyway 10 mins before the running. So this
was my view on the first day. I took this pic as the bulls were running by.

 

Pamplona Day 2. We arrived back in town from a 13 hour sleep session in
San Sebastion. Here is an outside look at the stadium we would eventually
be running into 25 mins from this photo.

 
 

Stoked! we made it in with 15 mins to spare.

 
 

yeaaahhhhh..... there was lots of people.

 
 
 
 

As you run out of the dark tunnel and into the light of the stadium, you hear the
roar of the crowd all you can do is raise your hands in the air and let out a big yell.
Out of breath, adrenalin pumping and alive, we collect our emotions and start
high-5ing everyone insight.
 


After they let the big bulls run through the stadium and get them penned up, they
release smaller juvinile bulls with their horns corked. Still very dangerous, not quite as
terrifying as running through the streets with no escape.
 
 
 
 

Mission accomplished, the victors unite and begin to re-tell their stories.

 

One last stop before we pack it up and head out of Pamplona.