Pamplona: Too few bulls, too many bocadillos, just the right amount of booze

Disclaimer: To prevent the anti-climacticism of this post, I will have to disclose that I have NO pictures of the actual bulls...yeah I know, it's sad.

Travel Itinerary:
Friday, 7/9- 3:30pm depart Barcelona/arrive Pamplona 10:30ish
Saturday, 7/10- 4:50pm depart Pamplona/arrive Pamplona 11:50ish

Top 5 Things you need when spending a night in Pamplona:
1. White clothes, red scarf.
2. Facial wipes. So you can wipe your face when you feel gross, and you can wipe after you pee in some of the grossest bathrooms of all time.
3. Phone. It's like Where's Waldo, except everyone is wearing the SAME THING.
4. Close-toed shoes with a strong bottom. Lots of broken glass and grossness
5. Waterbottle. To wash down the bocadillos. I ate 3 within a 20-hour span. Trust me, that's too many, especially if you are already eating them regularly as it is.

So we took a 7-ish-hour bus ride from Barca to Pamplona

---fun fact: "Pamplona" in euskara is "Iruña," as in, "I run, yaaa!"---

I slept most of the way...woke up to some interesting rock formations...lots of windmills and solar panels along the way...here's the middle-of-nowhere rest stop that we stopped at on the way there.


Finally arrived! Around 10:20pm...And shortly afterward, the fireworks began. The best fireworks show I've ever seen, Pamplona knows what's up! Look at ALL the people!!!



Kicking off our night with boxes of sangria. Almost everything that wasn't a bar was closed. Lucky for us, asians never know when to close up shop, so we were able to get everything we needed :)


We wandered around all night. Made a few new friends. This girl is super cute, I wish we hadn't lost her! And she loves high-fives. CHOCALA!

After an eventful evening, we prepare to see what we all came to see! Bulls run! The boys putting on their game faces for the run. EPIC.



Basically, we got kicked out from where we were standing by the police and were forced to stand behind a wooden fence that was behind another wooden fence and we didn't see a thing, minus 3 straggler bulls catching up to the rest. I caught a shot of a bull's ass. That's about as good as it gets.


We made it over to the bull fighting stadium afterward, all the runners who made it were in the middle. I wonder if I caught Miguel and Nic in the picture...

All in all an incredible experience, and the best night ever!

Hugs, bulls, booze, and bocadillos
Angela