Blogs from Navarre, Spain, Europe - page 29

6 days, 1200 people, ???? tents, ????sangria,???? beers, no sleep, long bus rides---sound interesting--- well it was and I'd do it again. We left for Pamplona on day one, not a good start on both our parts by taking the right bus but not getting off at the intended stop. A extra train ride and we were at the bus pick-up point 20 minutes later than we should have been. No problems there, straight on the bus and off to Pamplona. A 20 hour bus ride was taking its toll straight away when we realised no air conditioning was the call of the day and to our disgust the heater was jammed on. Excellent, 44 degrees in a bus full of semi drunk people who need to piss all the time. The toilet then decided that ... read more

Bien, sé que no he escrito aquí en épocas. Pero es que no tenía nada interesante que decir. Y como toda persona que no tiene (en mi caso “tenía”) algo interesante que decir, voy a hablar sobre el clima. Pues bien, el clima de Pamplona en Primavera esta LOCO. Con mayúsculas. Esta mañana estaba fresco, tan fresco como para andar con chamarra. Pero en la tarde, a eso de las 2 estaba haciendo un calor… Cuando acabe de comer, salí a caminar sin rumbo para distraerme y postergar obligaciones escolares. Como pueden ver en las fotos, tuve oportunidad de cerciorarme del calor de la ciudad en diferentes barrios. No puedo enfatizar esto lo suficiente: estaba haciendo CALOR, tipo Juárez-en-verano (asumo que los lectores saben lo que es Juárez-en-verano, o pueden imaginarlo). Como pueden ver, el relativamente ... read more

Huevos Numero dos: Hola! A blog a day keeps the doctor away! We found an internet gaff which uploads the photos PDQ so am taking advantage of this over next couple of days. Drive through the 'pair of knees' was totally amazing. We stopped several times to savour the fresh air, take in the splendid views and listen to the Heidi music coming from the ( what sounded like) millions of cow bells chinking along. I could almost see Clara in her wheelchair, Peter with his twisted little face, and the old Alm Uncle whittling away at bits of rough edged wood, turning them into works of art with his ancient gnarled arthritic fingers...... The roads through the pair of knees are fairly treacherous alright, and Mister McCabe had to keep the foot on the gas ... read more

The past few days have been among the craziest of my life. The Running of the Bulls is, by far, the most insane festival I've ever been to! So, I sat with Dan en route to Pamplona and we drank sangria (as did the whole rest of the bus) and got pumped up for the festivities to begin. Dan and Paul actually got pretty wasted, Paul was a nice shade of green by the time we got there. We arrived at the huge campsite/hostel, El Molino, around 9pm, and were exhausted and hungry. Dan and I were in the same room, along with a really nice girl named Miranda, who had been in my hostel room at the Andre Gil in Paris. We dropped off our stuff and went down to the "restaurant" to have an ... read more