The Running with the Bulls festival is absolutely mental! But I'm loving it! Day #1 there were no bull runs, but at 12pm at the town hall they set off a firework/cracker to symbolise the beginning of the festival and to kick off the opening ceremony celebrations... Which involved myself and the other thousand or so people crammed into the square in front of the town hall create a giant mosh pit situation! Was manic! According the festival guide "small, short and not strong people" should avoid this area, which is of course why we were there!
At this point we were also supposed to start the Sangria/Food fight, but I strangely found my hands were of more use pushing people off me and trying to keep my head above the crowd... LOL now, but not do quietly I was crapping myself mega!
After escaping the crush, which was pure luck that the crowd surged us out of the area, the sangria fight began but we got more soaked with locals throwing what I hope was buckets of water... Ideally from a tap... Off there balconies and into the crowd. So we were only so so covered in Sangria as in the mosh only our heads saw the light of day, do our bottoms remained mostly dry...
Then we proceeded to a fountain in the town where guys climb up and dive off in a game of "trust" hoping the guys below will catch them... These fools all appeared to be Aussie (in fact i'm prepared to put it out there that over 50% of the crowds there were Aussie) and apparently it's a tradition, whether it's an Aussie introduced one (wouldn't be surprised) or not it is still insanely crazy... Stories from yesterday included one guy apparently dying (although now it appears he may be alive) and another breaking both legs... Idiots!
You'll have to wait for the videos and pics, but they are insane!
ps On a side note, my Fanatics neck scarf somehow over the course of the day got replaced with a Basque crested scarf and I had no idea how this happened... Odd!
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