Braving the Bulls of Pamplona – A Story
It’s 7am in the month of July and I am in Pamplona, Spain. Today the town holds the Fiesta de San Fermín, where the main event is the terrifying Running of the Bulls. It's cold and my sangria-splattered white costume is sticking to my body. Hundreds around me wear the same expression I'm trying to muster: staunch commitment in the face of fear.
You can smell the danger. Four tonnes of danger, to be exact. Four tonnes of hurtling, human crushing, live beef. Four tonnes of ‘get the fuck out of my way'. Four tonnes of reasons why I shouldn't be standing here... But I am.