08.07.2010 37 °C
Again, up so early! The 5:30 starts are killing us but they are now over. We got the first bus into the town with our guide Liz, and she took us to the balcony we were to view the race from. The owner of the house, a younger man, was on holidays in Africa with his family, so his parents hosted us. We had croissants, a heavy stale cake (which was lovely with jam) and the bread crackers! David had strong coffee and I had tea which had the leaves in the middle of the pot, infusing. The leaes were contained in a glass cylinder and looked so trendy. I’m now thinking, upon reflection, that it was herbal tea and didn’t require milk, but at the time it didn’t dawn on me. Still tasted lovely.
The run was over in a flash. One bull didn’t want to run. He kept looking at his reflection in the mirrors of the shop fronts. The police had to lock off the section of road we were on (just after dead man’s corner, on the way to the arena) and get the bull to move along. We watched most of the remaining action on the television.
Around 8.45 we left to collect the car to start our own adventure to Madrid. These 3 days by ourselves are so welcomed to me as it means proper showers, clean clothes and a real bed! My feet and fingers have been like sausage balloons so any chance to have a rest and put my feet up to reduce the swelling are totally welcomed.
The car wasn’t to be picked up till 10:00 and we were worried we’d be waiting in the heat as the car depot was only moments out of the city centre. Luckily we had this time up our sleeve as we were lost in the thickets of sangria cups, bags and gypsy debris from last nights celebrations. The GPS got us on track and ready for me to drive the crazy streets of Pamplona.
Just an informal note here to say that driving on the wrong side of the road is poop. Total poop. Not to mention the gear shift and controls. Whilst David and I were screaming at each other the window wipers were flicked with flailing arms, the car wasn’t in 1st gear and the lights were green, we just had to laugh.
Packed up and car loaded we set off for Languardia some 2 hours away. It was a picturesque drive to the little town, just what you’d read in history books. The bisque-fired brick house facades are adorned with red potted flowers, trimmed with black wrought iron balconies, backgrounded are the mountain ranges.
Our room wasn’t ready when we arrived at 14:00 so the manager gave us wine and snacks whilst we gazed upon the vineyard surroundings. We were in total awe at the gorgeous sights. Sadly we don’t have many great pictures. As soon as we got into the room we both hit the shower and epically crashed, only to wake up hours later with a stomach flu.
Unable to venture too far from the loo, we dressed for dinner and headed to the local restaurant. The waitress called reception to come down and translate for us. We ordered the traditional meat plate (just meat – 3 kinds. David loved it), an amazing salad (with a chocolate vinagerette dressing) and some blue steak. David thoroughly enjoyed it. I just wish I was able to stomach food as the salad was totally amazing. I highly suggest this town as a stop off point -you really couldn't go wrong anywhere here.