We survived the bull run! It was a fantastic, tiring couple of days but completly worth it! I´ll mention what we got up to in Madrid first, not much at all really! Coming from Scotland where it had been raining and windy the whole time and hitting 38 Deg it was just exhusting for us two! The first day there we were buggered from the travels getting to Spain so we just foud a park and had a siesta for a few hours to get out of the midday heat. Still we had plenty of time to have a look around [View Full Entry]

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The song for the festivel of San Fermin: "Uno de enero, dos de febrero, tres de marzo, cuatro de abril, cinco de mayo, seis de junio siete de julio, ¡SAN FERMÍN! "Uno de enero, dos de febrero, tres de marzo, cuatro de abril, cinco de mayo, seis de junio siete de julio, ¡SAN FERMÍN! A Pamplona hemos de ir, con una media, con una media, a Pamplona hemos de ir con una media y un calcetín." This past weekend, I had the amazing opportunity to visit Pamplona during the Festivel of San Fermin. The actual saints day of San Fermin was [View Full Entry]

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WOW!! What an adventure in Pamplona! A group of us (9 total) went to the encierro... AKA the running of the bulls. No amount of study, knowledge, understanding of the culture, etc. could have adequately prepared me for the experience. It was absolutely amazing... something I think that every person should see at some point in their life. We left Salamanca on Friday afternoon as soon as classes got out. It was an interesting adventure getting out of town, but eased by the use of a GPS system that one of the girls brought with her. We traveled for about 3.5 [View Full Entry]

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Well, well, well. It was finally here. The run of a lifetime and the reason Dave's made the trek to Europe. 'The Greatest Bullfighter' (as he'd been calling himself) was quite nervous to say the least. But before the run was to take place, we went to the opening ceremony where we were drenched in Sangria, water, wine and whatever else people poured on you from the balconies or sprayed at you in the crowd. Hilarious but soooo packed. 30,000 people crammed in to these little streets and main square. It went off though as you'll see from the photos. Anyway, [View Full Entry]

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this link should take you to the video of the run i did. http://esptv.sanfermin.com/index.php?id=838 [View Full Entry]

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Well we survived 10 days with another 2500 other young ones. Pampalona for the Running of the Bulls or Festival of San Fermin has been quite an experience. Both Debbie and I think we slotted back into festival mayhem quite well. We came here last Monday to catch up with Ollie my youngest brother who seemed sure it would be an "experience" for us to see festival mayhem but the truth of it is that apart from a few "munters" it has been a relatively tame festival in terms of out right debauchery. Quite a relief given the talking up it [View Full Entry]

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Was up at 6am to spark up and get my arse to the course for the run. Headed in with some Americans that were staying in another room but had my guts decide they wanted to get rid of the tap water I had drunk at 4am along the way. Portable toilet block was out of paper, so after hassling the cleaning guy for some got the Cabury squirts out of the way then made my way to the entry gate to get into the course. Damn there was a lot of people there. Just getting through the gate was a [View Full Entry]

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Yes sir, i made it. running with the bulls. ive been dreaming about this for years and now ive done it. I got there just in time to make the opening ceremonies. A big parade with lots of revelers. the streets are paked for the length of the day. Sangria flowing like water. One hell of a party. Fireworks blast through the sky hourly, while marching bands and iconic parades press through the masses. I traded in my blue jeans and t-shirt, for the standard uni of white pants and shirt with red sash and neckerchief. this was to remain white [View Full Entry]

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it is almost impossible to explain everything that went on over the 8 days we were in pampona. we caught the train up from barcelona early morning, the only seats we were able to get were first class so we were looking farward to our first class experience. we were a little dissapointed to say the least, our first class experience consisted of a big seat and well that was pretty mush it. it was a bit of an effort to find the camping site as it was in the middle of nowhere! once at the camp site we were taken [View Full Entry]

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Although not totally straight forward, we’ll spare you the details, the camping stove gas mission was accomplished successfully in Pamplona. The Spaniards don’t appear to be the most fervent of 'proper' campers. Since our leaving Pamplona much has happened and another 42 kilometres covered. Although before we give the latest we must make a quick mention on the Dutch. Wow, they truly are everywhere and certainly lead the world in their numbers undertaking ambitious biking endeavours. On both our first and second nights camping the only other people that we shared the tent camping area with were both Dutch. Both with [View Full Entry]

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