Among the injured was 1 elderly thrill-seeker, who was gored in a leg, and five others slightly injured as the adrenaline-charged runners, in traditional white clothing and red kerchiefs around their necks, tripped over each other or fell in the mad rush along early morning dew-moistened slippery streets to the city's bull ring.
One youth got the top of his shirt and kerchief caught on a bull's horn, inches from his face, and was dragged several yards along the ground, but was seen to get up and run away.
I have to admit a certain fascination for this annual insanity. I guess the Hemingway in me longs to give it a try sometime. Fortunately, the Hemingway in me is always shouted down by good common sense (and fear). So I think I'm safe from giving in to the urge. Yes, I am quite certain that, should I ever find myself in Spain during this festival, I will participate by watching the bulls running --on a big screen TV while sitting on a bar stool enjoying another one of Hemingway's favorite pastimes...
Live Long and Prosper...
2 comments:
Hi Gary
I gave this a go a few years ago. I was full of bluster and bravado when it started but as soon as I actually caught sight of a bull I lept over the nearest fence like Inspector Gadget. I did it again a few days later and was a little braver but I still don't think I ever came within 15 feet of a bull. It is a wondeful festival though. I would highly recommend it.
Ted
Ted,
I looks like a great deal of fun -and I think I'd look good in a white shirt and red kerchief - but the idea of running along being chased by half a ton of un-roasted roast beef complete with hooves and horns makes me remember what a wonderful invention TV really is...
Gary
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