The tapas we were introduced to 'lamiguelles' I believe will haunt the dreams I have about food for all time. Mussels smothered in arrangement of traditonal sauces, calamari cooked to perfection, these weird spicy potatoes that the I ABSOLUTELY STEAMED and of course what the undenying factor that kept aleing me 3 euro beers HHHHLLL
I think Matty would take the cake for the most rippers in San Sebastian, so you can just throw him some chat about how the rest of that week unfolded.
Doing some sightseeing the following day, climbing up to the big jesus state, it went alright. Yatter yatter... Heres some pictures.
PAMPS
BOOOM, the ell malino boom gate lifts, the picnic drives in foul and the widest of smirks are visible on the faces of matty, dave and myself. We have heard about the hype of this place but surely this isn't real. Out of control pool parties, a sprawling lake to paddle around in and one of the wildest camping set ups I for one have ever witnessed. We park the picnic under basically the only tree that is left in the campsite *wipes brow* and set up shop. We are here!
Whilst setting up camp, i catch a fimilar van ... the nomad pulls into camp with its weathered but very cherry and festive crew already in their san fermin attire! van tour was already funneling the day away so we got down to business with a few welcoming funnels. This night a party was had, some awesome friendships were formed and rippers.
OPENING CEREMONY! VIVA SAN FERMIN
Waking up at a sparrows fart with the sounds of festival organises smacking pots and pans and yelling at other campers to get the F**k up its go time. Rolling outta the picnic a haggard shivering mess we piece ourselves together suit up and head to town. I'm not really sure what i was expecting from the spanish for the start of this event but by the end of the day my socks were not only blown off but my shoes were ripping at the seams. This was one of the wildest days of my life; sangria batheing/skulling and jiggin' with the entire comunity of pamplona.
TUSSLIN WITH BULLS
After missing the first day of running (these dickheads lined up in the wrong place) we had to settle for the second day, gathering the mass of friends we had conjured over the past 2 days of partying we head into town. Standing with thousands of other participants bumper to bumper for over an hour to run in this prestigous event.
The first cannon goes the nerves shoot through the body, warning single has been fired. Second cannon goes the run has begun and everybody scatters, every man for himself .... ITS ON! We hold back and wait for that rumbling feeling of crowded city streets and an influx of manic people violently shitting themselves comes charging at us. Clutching at a wall and watching dead men's corner, watching one spaniard get taken by a bull that has slipped over and repeatedly throdden on whilst trying to get up. Davey getting ripped to the ground by another runner trying to return to his feet almost in a sense of feeling helpless struggled to his feet and continue on. Watching joey mccormack in an absolute state of panic whilst holding mounds of people back which i could only explain to you in person. Watching 7-8 600-650kg pulls stampede past you and decide to run along in between them suddenly pulling to a hault to catch your breath. Whist standing waiting for the second pack to catch up police are sheperding the steer bull back through a gate which you are currently standing at and having it charge straight for you then b-line back up the opposite direction chasing fellow runners making it into the stadium still alive in one piece. These are some of the emotions/events that i witnessed on this day and will engraved into my memory for a lifetime.
Upon returning to camp we had a well earned pint, packed up camp and had to make a swift depature so that we would make it to croatia in time for ultra.
Woofff innit bruv!
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