“The second cannon fired, all the bulls had been released; I’d been cool, calm and collected until this point but now every inch of my being was telling me one thing and my feet were happy to comply – run!“
It felt like we were there for a month but our time in Pamplona for San Fermin, that is the Running of the Bulls, was over in just four short days. During that time we collected plenty of photographs, video, and of course snaps on the humble iPhone – we even managed to bring Oneika over to the dark side… she is now an Instagram user!
Below are just a selection of my photos from the time we spent together, but don’t worry if you haven’t got enough of your Pamplona fix. More stories will come over the following weeks both on each of the girls sites and Girls Running with Bulls.
Whilst Pamplona is a city when the fiesta is on and the party is raging it’s easy to get lost. Luckily for me the taxi driver had a handy map which I photographed with my iPhone and used for most of the trip when I got lost. You can even see where we lived on Descalzos, and the red rectangle on the other side of the river marking the bull pens.
Whilst walking through the streets we found the hotel where the bulls were staying!
Dressed in the traditional garb of white with red neck scarf and sash, tourists and locals vied for the best position to see the figure of San Fermin exit the church to be paraded around the streets. We later learnt that due to a minor scuffle outside the church the procession was halted and everyone returned to the church.
Walking the streets of Pamplona you saw some of the simple yet elegant architecture of the old city and walls crossed with the modern architecture like the city’s music school.
Some of the ‘Giants’ which are paraded through the city.
Ever wonder how so much ‘fresh’ food is available during San Fermin? Well we found out they get it into the city anyway they can; including loading up the back of a van with lettuce, onions and potatoes!
Some of the best times in Pamplona featured the food. In the city centre there was even a food court which featured regional specialities. My favourite? The Valencian paella with rabbit and chicken!
I did learn one thing during my trip though – the Spanish LOVE their meat!
The day before we ran we decided to play it safe and check out the run from a balcony on the runs route. We weren’t expecting what we saw…