07.07.2010 35 °C
Day 6. Pamplona. First day of the Bull Running.
We got into the arena around 7:00 and surprisingly found good seats. We watched the marching band and the stats of the bulls to run. The bulls were between 550-650kgs. They were such docile creatures. The first rocket sounded which meant ‘run!’ The second rocket sounded and the remaining bulls in the pen, 6 in total, started running. The run was televised to us on in the stadium. It didn’t look brutal and most of the accidents were caused by people slipping. 3 minutres later the bulls started arriving into the arena. They made a quick exit once the hearding bulls came along. The runners packed into the arena not knowing what to do next. Moments later a charged up bullock came bucking into the arena, ready to do damage. Lots of spills and faces of terror in the arena while the bullock did it’s damage. It was pleasing to see them get their own back especially to the people who taunted it. The Spanish were quite happy to keep the crowd somewhat underwraps by throwing them off/away from the bull when they were holding their horns/tail or overtaunting it.
There didn’t seem to be too many injuries as the attacked people mostly got up and walked to the sides. Later we’d learn that they had busted spleens and what not else. One man crouched down at the bullock entrance (usually the locals do this as a sign of status. The bullock jumps over them) and got a hoof on the head. He has a big hoof bruise there. Another man was trodden on by the bull and tried to lift himself up while under the bull. He broke his back and ended up in hospital, needing an operation to repair his back.
When we got back to camp we spent some time trying to have a shower in the freezing water and searching for belongings that were crammed into our bags. That evening we went into town, ordered some salad (finally) at KFC and had a quiet night.