Day #2 run
08.07.2010 35 °C
Day 7. Pamplona.
David ran with the bulls today. I dropped him at ‘dead man’s corner’ appropriately named as this is where a lot of bulls skid out of control and crush the runners. I made my way to the arena which was packed out. Luckily I got a good seat next to an Aussie girl who chatted to me and got my mind away from David running with the big bulls.
Televised and foregrounded was a runner who had a major skittle. It looked like David. My heart sank. When all the runners made it into the arena Louise and I looked out for David and felt so relieved when we saw him, albeit dirtied, but sporting a grin of relief. He made his way upto where we were sitting and said a runner in front of him fell which caused a bit of a domino effect. Someone fell on David and caused some of his ailments. He said the bull ran closely to the person next to him and when David opened his eyes he saw a big hoof a foot away. None the less, he raced, and I’m sure is happy for the experience, despite grazed knees and sore ribs and a broken watch.
We went back to camp, had breakfast, looked over David’s injuries – I wish he got his ribs checked out, and got ready for our day trip to San Sebastian which was an hour away.
This lovely little town has a beach, fancy architecture and is crystal clean. We ate tapas hich were totally delicious and had more attention paid to assembling them than in Pamplona. We went to the beach which was full of old birds that looked like they were out of “there’s something about mary.” I can’t beiieve how freely they walk about with no swimmers on, having conversations with friends and tanning themselves! Old men were dangling about too. None the less, San Sebastian was so beautiful. I can't wait to go back in a few weeks time.
That night we went into Pamplona for the last we’d see of the night festivities. We went in with a few people from the camp grounds and had sangria and food from the muscle bar. zThey like patatas and sour cream here, not to mention their bread! We sat outside the Muscle Bar and dined on the ground We then danced through the streets and chatted before eating more tapas and drinking beer. After this we followed the fire bull. Mostly for children, the big plastic bull sprays sparks of fire and runs up and down the street allowing children and their parents to chase it. I might state at this point that there is no regard for health and safety in Spain. David got burned by a shard of a spark. We split from the others and followed more bands while they saw fireworks in a massive park. Both these events were for competition. The more supporters/cheers announced the winners. Exhausted from our 5 am starts each day (you have to get into town ultra early to partake in the bull run/get a good seat), we called it a night around 12.30 and headed back to our little tent.