Today I ran with the bulls as part of the San Fermin festival. I have some pictures from on the course, a few with the huge beasts falling over and getting a little disoriented only a few meters from me. I chased them along the straight patch and then waited for the slow ones to come past. I tried to get into the crazy bull fight/teasing session but it took me so long to get past the crowd it was over. I am alive and well and very pleased to add that to my list of adventues
Now see the course(GoogleEarthLink) in GoogleEarth
In other news I have spent the last 24 hours in the company of Stacey and Brie, two lovely girls from New Jersey. Last night we all slept in the park. Well, they slept, I shivered in the cold and then watched over as a very dodgy character hung around and made a move towards a sleeping couple. I think me suddenly standing up scared him away.
I will write more when I find a proper computer.
Added in France: So after staying up all night in the freezing cold I bought a t-shirt on the way to the run. I was tempted by the blood stained ones with the machine made hole, but I want to be able to wear it at other times, it would have made some fantastic photos though :-) I should have bought it earlier because I was much warmer with two layers on. Stacey, Brie and I walked the course one more time and I picked the corner of Calle Estafeta and Mercaderes. Soon enough the rockets were fired and the only thing stopping the big things reaching me, was the hundreds of rather soft and squishy human bodies in the way. The crowd surged and started running then the thunder began as dozens of hooves charged across the square and slid across the cobbles. The first bull slipped big time and got two feet under the railings, probably destroying the camera that had been there a moment ago. They are big, very big, and can move so fast, I had no idea how fast until that one got back up and then another shot in from the side almost taking out the first. heart really pounding at this point, mind thinking 'Should I really be doing this?' In this picture(from another year) I would be the guy backed up against the white door on the right, kinda stuck to the ground in fear. In a moment the fallen bulls where back on their feet and running up the hill, I gave chase but they were very fast and I just ran from the crowd, leaping over fallen bodies as I went. At the top of the hill I waited on the big corner leading down to the ring and eventually the slower, but bigger, bulls ran past. I wasn't particularly close, but there was nothing between them and me and it was still kinda scary. I've heard report since that some people got badly hurt, but I didn't see anything like that. After the race, and watching the amateur bull fighting (and trying to join in) we posed for a webcam for Dad and Mum in NZ and then went back to the station where I waited for 7 hours until the next train going my way left the station.