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The Running of the Bulls

The fiesta of San Fermin, better known as The Running of the Bulls, takes place in Pamplona in the second week of July each year. The tradition began in northern Spain in the early fourteenth century. Whilst transporting cattle to sell at the market, the men attempted to speed up the process by running alongside them, cajoling them with a mixture of fear and excitement. Over the years, this custom changed into competition, with the brave and reckless alike making the pilgrimage to Pamplona to answer their urge for adrenaline.

This is where you join Tom, Justin and me. We’re making our way to the start of the course, walking down the backstreets of Pamplona at 7:30am with a croissant in one hand and a coffee in the other. Except Justin, who is also balancing a carton of sangria in between his chest and forearm. Ambulances are pre-emptively parked down every side alley, stretchers sitting expectantly beside them. The other five thousand or so participants are meandering towards the start too, dressed in the compulsory white top and trousers, decorated with the customary red belt and bandana. Their outfits are also accessorised with splashes of blood red sangria.

The bulls run at 8:00am every morning and tradition dictates you stay up partying all night and complete the run before retiring to bed. Hence the sangria stains. We, however, had cycled from London and reluctantly cheated by sleeping a little. Hence the coffee. Although Justin was hell-bent on playing catch-up. Tom was looking around nervously. “That will have eyeholes in, right?”

We gathered at the start of the L-shaped course with the other runners, exchanging laughs and stories and survival tactics. We quickly learnt that where we were standing, the turn of the L, was known as Dead Man’s Corner. As the bulls’ attempt to change direction at full speed they skid out, smash into the wall and squash anyone who’s ignorant or insane enough to stand there. The beauty of the bull run is that you can make it as safe or dangerous as you desire. Justin was doing hamstring stretches at the apex of Dead Man’s Corner. Tom had barricaded himself in a doorway using a Chinese girl as a human shield.

At two minutes to eight, a gong sounds and the mood switches. Simultaneously, we all realise that we’ve deliberately placed ourselves in a life-threatening situation. We start stretching and focusing, muscles tingling with fear and adrenaline. Then a second gong sounds to signal the bulls have started running. The narrow street descends into anarchy.

Pure, unadulterated chaos laced with danger. It’s every man for himself. We’re all sprinting for our lives, arms and elbows held either side of our faces to stop someone else elbowing us. We look like frantic, sprinting chickens, egged on by the impending arrival of stampeding bulls. The air is filled with shouts and screams and stomping footsteps. The only thing we’re thinking about is staying upright, with the occasional glance over our shoulders to check where the bulls are. They arrive quicker than expected, in a cloud of beautiful brutality. For these few minutes, we are no longer at the top of the food chain. The crowd respectfully scatters in front of them then regroups after they’ve passed. We chase them down the remaining stretch of street into the main arena where a packed crowd is waiting to applaud us.

Inside the arena, we bask in the ecstasy of survival. I find Tom high-fiving strangers and congratulating anyone who will listen for avoiding death by bull. Over the course of an hour, six bulls are released into the arena one by one and the runners try to touch their horns for good luck.

Outside, we found Justin unconscious on his back, with red stains splattered all over him. With a lump in my throat and heart in my mouth I race over. Panicking, I kneel down beside him. Then, I smile. I have never been so happy to smell stale sangria. The bull run more than merits its place on the bucket list but, please, make sure you don’t die doing it.

 

Article written by Chris Watts.


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