After twenty-four hours on the ferry and bus we arrived at El Molino - our campsite near Pamplona.
There were so many tents - me and Kaz were
in #366 and Lesley was in four-hundred-and-something!!
We went straight to the pool cause it was so
We drank and danced that night away after a great dinner provided as part of our tour.
I ran into Tamara's boyfriend by the pool too.
He was on van tour and was camping in his van with some mates at the same place.
It was noisy trying to sleep but it was okay.
We left at 9.00am the next day to head in for
the Opening Ceremony.
We had our whites on and bought a sash as it is the tradition.
There were so many people in the main square.
We found a spot by a wall which was handy because with all the sangria, champagne, eggs, flour, shaving cream and water flying around we were able to put our digital cameras behind us to shield them.
I am not real tall - as you know - so I was
not seeing much.
I was against a door so Kaz and I climbed up it and hung on and had a great view over the crowd.
At about five minutes before midday everyone
holds up their scarves and chants - "San Fermin, San Fermin"
until noon and then a rocket fires and the party starts!!
More sangria, champagne, eggs, flour, shaving cream and water flying around and then everyone breaks off and heads to bars and/or parties on the streets.
At that time the scarves are tied around the neck.
There was more people there than I have seen in one place ever.
We were buying Sangria in wine bottles for three-something and swigging it straight out of that - classy, hey?
We went to the Mussel Bar which is basically
a statue that drunk Aussies jump off trying to look tough but
really are lucky not to kill themselves diving head first into
When you see the photos you will see what I mean - idiots!
We climbed a hill to an outdoor pub and sat around and talked to some locals and then got the bus back to the campsite and had an early night.
Up at 5.00am the next day for the first run - the buses left at 6.00am.
We raced to the bull ring - passing a lot of
people who hadn´t been to bed yet - and got our tickets
and had great seats - third from the front and just waited.
There was lots of chanting going on in the crowd - lots of locals and a great atmosphere.
Then the people streamed in - followed closely
by the bulls!!
If you have seen the videos it kind of shows how crazy it is - but to be there was unreal!!
The bulls that run are for the fights that
night so they don´t hang about in the ring but after the
bulls are in they shut the gate and let out six bulls one at a
time to torment the runners and entertain the crowd.
It was really fun to watch.
All the boys that ran were really pumped about
it (but I don´t know anyone that did it the next day too!)
Back on the bus to camp for brekky and a quiet arv.
But it wasn´t to be!!
News of the bombs in London filtered through and there were messages flying around and we tried to get in contact with friends in London and make sure they were all okay.
They put Sky TV on in the bar and it was packed.
It was scary to think that I was there not so long ago.
Managed to get in contact with all my friends tho so I am glad of that at least.
Lesley was leaving later that day so we headed back into Pamps for a wander and some dinner.
We found an Aussie bar and I even found two girls that had been on my Cheese Rolling tour - small world.
We were approached by a journalist to give
an interview - about how we felt about the bombs in London.
She took our photo and said we should be in the next day.
We had paella for dinner which was very yummy and then back to camp for Lesely to get the bus back to London - very sad to see her go.
Kaz and I then went to have a few drinks with Jarrod at his van then to bed for another early start.
As we had been in the ring the day before we didn´t see any of the run itself so this time we went to the main square and we watched the whole run from start to finish live on the big screen.
It was the best way to do it I think and we saw the whole thing and even the smash ups in slow motion replay!
Back to camp and we packed and snoozed and
then it finally warmed up (Pamps was freezing) so we went to the
Then we got on the bus and headed to San Sebastian.
It was a two hour bus ride and we were dropped
right by the beach - it looked lovely.
We found the hostel and Karen and I were actually in the hostel but a different building.
While walking down the stairs I missed a step and tripped and my bung-knee buckled underneath me and I knew I was in trouble!!
The guy from the hostel decided to move me back to the first hostel as there was a lift but poor Kaz was on her own in the other one!
Dave from the Hostel also took me to the emergency room and managed to get from the doctor that it wasn´t too bad and didn´t need strapping and that I wasn´t to dance and that I should rest for two days.
"Go to beach" he said '- OK by me - doctors orders!!!
San Sab was basically two days of lying on the beach and eating and drinking!
We found a good coffee shop that did capuccino with fresh cream - mmmmmm!!
The tapas in San Sab is meant to be the best
in Spain and it is pretty damn close.
They just have the food sitting up on the bar and you take what you want and get a glass of wine for 80c.
We went to three bars and then back to the first because it was by far the nicest.
Mushroom prawn and bacon skewers grilled in garlic sauce and calamari ones too.
One I had was bread with panchetta, grillled capsicum and cold fried quail egg - that was one of my faves.
I also had one with anchovies because they were everywhere and I figured I had better - was much nicer than the ones on pizzas at home.
There are two beaches in the town.
The first day we went to one that was in a
bay and had no surf.
We lied about for hours and it was really relaxing.
I went swimming in the ocean for the first time since I had left home and the salty feeling was really good and the water was clear!
The next day we went to the surf beach which
had more people.
It was harder to find a spot of sand to lie on and I didn't go in the surf because it was a bit rough and my leg wasn't great still - just a bit achy but obviously didn't want to risk it.
After that it was back to the hostel to change
We went and got takeaway tapas and then back to the beach to watch the sunset.
It was lovely and my photos don't do it justice.
We then had a red wine in a lovely square and back to the hostel.
Bye bye San Sab - it's time to hit Barcelona!