The last stop is the small town in Pyrenees, Pamplona, ​​where there is the most life-long game, the Bully Festival.

Bullfighting can only show off one person, while running bull, hehehe...

"Boss, are you sure?" Xia Long looked at the white T-shirts and pants prepared by the hotel, and even a red square scarf and belt, and suggested: "This is too dangerous, why don't we find a high place to take a look?"

Johnson waved his hand, changed his clothes carefully, came to the window, pointed to the crowds that were constantly coming from all directions, and smiled, "Have you heard a word?"

"The most dangerous place is the safest place!"

People from all over the world wear white clothes and red belts to express their willingness to participate. All streets are surrounded by red, and look like a red sea from a distance, making people's adrenaline soar.

Everyone came to the ancient city square, and it was so crowded that it was crowded. Everyone looked at the city hall building, waiting for the government representatives to light firecrackers, then held up the red scarf and shouted a classic saying: Long live St. Ferming, the Pamplona!

Suddenly, countless red wine floated down from the sky, and everything in the square instantly turned pink. The clothes, shoes, sweat on the forehead, and the excited smile seemed to be dyed into a pleasant pink by the red wine...

This quiet city is like a field that longs for rain, and now, this alcohol is injected into the meridians of the city like rain. The floral paper thrown by someone in the building is like colorful butterflies and brave dragonflies flying above their heads...

Suddenly someone started climbing up the Navarreria fountain, spreading his arms, like standing on the stage of a rock concert, jumping, hoping that the person below would catch him?

Seeing Johnson terrified, you dare to fight to the death!

Before the event started, everyone prayed to St. Fermin, begging for protection from harm in running cattle. At about eight o'clock, an old man lit firecrackers in the square to announce the beginning of the running cattle activity.

The bullpen releases six ferocious bulls at one time, and they will appear in the afternoon bullfighting event. The angry bull runs on the 820-meter-long Bluestone Old Street and goes straight to the bullfighting ring.

The crowd was in agitation, and many people were holding newspapers in their hands, rolled up and hit the cows' backs with force. Some cows' eyes were even covered with peppers, and hatred was so loud that they burst out. The balcony on both sides was also crowded with people, and the screams were deafening.

I have never seen such a shocking scene. Even if I come from the largest country in the population, there are more than 1.5 million people in front of me, almost squeezing and exploding the town.

I originally thought of getting in and paddling and asking Alice to take a photo to pretend, but I couldn't even squeeze the fuck.

Two-layer wooden railings are set up on both sides of the Benniu Route. Only reporters can take photos at the front row. If you find out, rent a local private balcony. It is an absolute Feng Shui treasure land.

It's too late now, and everyone is all human. The balcony can not only overlook the entire bull running route, but also feel the stimulation and pleasure of pursuit up close, but also separates the running crowd to avoid accidents.

While ensuring safety, you can enjoy the joy and record every exciting moment!

For so many years, the route has been lightning-shaped over 800 meters, and few people will run the entire journey. Each bull runner only chooses a small part to complete it.

There are too many people and can't squeeze at all, so in the end they can only give up. They simply chat with a local person and find out some inside information. It's also satisfying to be a bit of fun.

I heard that these seemingly bulky guys can run at a speed of 24 kilometers per hour and 6.6 meters per second. The whole journey is about three or four minutes. After the lead six runs, the bullpen will release two more batches of not-so-strong cows, the first batch is 11, the second batch is 3, and the enemy will arrive at the scene in a few minutes.

Suddenly, a man ran over panting, full of excitement. He heard that this guy would run more than 100 meters from the first corner every year. He asked him why he chose this part, because his father had been running this part for 30 years, and his father's father had also run this part. Now it's his turn...

Can you pass on your life to your descendants?

Ask him if he is afraid?

The other party pretended to be proud and said: I want to feel the fear!

Because fear made him feel that he existed and could feel that he was part of the city. At first, he saw the cow running towards him, his legs would tremble, but when he defeated fear, he had an unparalleled sense of accomplishment, just like what his father and his grandfather had done.

Johnson raised his thumb and turned around and left.

In fact, safety is put first, and there are many regulations, such as being drunk, not being able to participate in the running cow, not wearing slippers, not bringing a mobile phone or a camera, and not taking the child into the route. If the police see you violating the regulations, they will take it away directly.

Every year, people are injured and there are ambulances next to them. No matter how skilled the doctor is, he can't stop someone from committing suicide, right?

The end point is the bullfighting ring, where some calves with horns will be placed. Everyone can fight calves, rotate, jump, and run with their eyes closed. Don’t look at this country likes to play with cows, they are very respected in their hearts.

If a cattle herder sees you hitting a cow, pulling the cow's tail, or pulling its horns, he will directly argue without hesitation. If you dare to be rude to the calf, the local residents will be rude to you.

The rest is drinking and dancing, all kinds of sex, and after being stimulated by bulls, those hormones that have nowhere to be placed, rush to the duck!

After personal contact, I found that the Spanish were enthusiastic, unrestrained, upright and optimistic, unrestrained, and practical. There is a big difference between the British's reserve, the German's old-fashioned, the Swedish's alienation, and the Japanese's seriousness.

Even on the street, even if you make friends with a local person for the first time, you will talk to you freely like an old friend. You always grin and smile foolishly, and you will directly argue with unhappy, and continue to hook up afterwards.

Never hide their shortcomings, just say what they should say. Their laziness is that they can delay for two minutes and never delay for one minute. They can be allowed to be late for three minutes, but never delay for two minutes.

The open-air bar is always full of people, everyone drinks a glass of wine, eats a tapas, chats and baskets in the sun, and spends a wonderful afternoon like this.

Breakfast is nine o'clock, Chinese food is two o'clock, and dinner is eight o'clock. All restaurants are only eight o'clock at night [Update fast]. Some people eat until ten o'clock, and they have nightlife.

All kinds of lateness are as if the clocks in this country are slower than others. No wonder Germany doesn't like doing business with them the most, it's so annoying.

The festivals are rich and colorful, with about 200 or so years, and each area has its own programs with its own rich local colors. In a word, it’s just for fun!

Courage is the most valuable here. Beauties favor heroes. Spanish girls who are eager for protection are burly men who challenge in arenas or streets, or those who quickly feel angry and revenge on insults, or those who are glorious and triumphant on the battlefield, have instantly rippled with spring and climaxes...
Chapter completed!