Published: July 8th 2010July 6th 2010
Well we ended up waking up at 7 am to catch a bus from San Sebastian to Pamplona. We arrived there at 10 am and the nonsense began immediatly. First order of busniess was to get our supply of sangria then second order of busniess was to drink till are eyes were crossed eyed, which was what exactly happened. As we rolled through the streets, a band was playing traditional Espana songs through the streets. We found it necessary to follow the band whereever they went and it turned out to be a great decision. As we followed the band Wayne found it necessary to yell "HEY" during a part of the song for several blocks. Now at first I was a bit embarssed for him because he was the only one doing it, although, by the fourth or fifth block 30 plus people were following his routine with serious conviction. I will admit, I thought it was a bad idea at first then I was yelling it at the top of my lungs with the rest of the drunken fools. After the band ended at the main square we met up with my buddy Ryan and Jeff. Oh by the way we ended up meeting a crazy aussie who was traveling by myself who was going to run with the bulls for the next five days. Anyway Wayne, Ryan, Jeff, the crazy aussie, and myself kept the party going with massive amounts of sangria. One of the traditional things to do in the festival is to throw sangria on people while people do the same to you. It was such a massive, chaotic, fantastic, insanly amazing PARTY!!!!! Me and Wayne ended up losing Ryan and Jeff, who were staying in Pamplona, and we just decided to keep on drinking more sangria. Then 1 am hit and we were dead drunk, covered head to toe in sangria, looked like we were already trampled by the bulls, and had no place to sleep. We found this most uncomfortable seat to sleep on in the bus station only to be woken up by police telling us the bus station was closing. For 2 hours we wondered down the streets of Pamplon trying to find a safe place to rest for a while. These were very dark times for us let me tell you. Our hangovers started kicking in, and if anyone has had a wine hangover knows the massive pain we were experiencing. Well after 2 hours of the death march, we ended up sleeping in an ATM booth in the middle of....who the hell knows. Yes I will repeat that....An ATM both is where we feel asleep and at the time, was the most comfortable spot ever. We were awakened by the cleaning people of the bank, which was weird because they were not even mad at us, they walked in and said Buenas Dias!!! Now it was 6 am and we looked like walking zombies that would be rejected by hell, that is how amazing we looked and felt. The down side to the trip was that we were so messed up already and were in need of some serious rest considering we were up for nearly 25 hours. We ended up catching the 7 am bus back to San Sebastian and missed the running of the bulls. We are trying to find a way back there just so we can see the actual running on friday but we don´t know if we can. Regardless the festival was like no party I have ever experienced and had the most amazing time followed by one of the harshed and frustrating times in my life!!!!
After we arrived in San Sebastian we arrived to our hotel and passed out till 2 in the afternoon. We pretty much did nothing after the festival accept cure our massive hangover. Nothing else to report accept that we are still safe and sound. I did walk the route where the running of the bulls happend and was really thinking about doing it, although, like i said before the sangria and having no place to stay did enough damage.