Well, it's 7:00AM. Time to run. I was too drunk and too chicken to run. Especially at 7 in the morning. I think I'll just stick to the drinking part of the festival.
Let the party begins!! The official beginning of Running of the Bulls in Pamplona, Spain. This is the front of the mayor's house.
What could be better than sleeping right behind the bullring. We were stupid because we all had our backpacks with us. We talked about taking turns looking after the backpacks. But after a while everyone just fell asleep. By the way,both the nice table cloth on the grass and my blanket I stole from the Youth Hostel. Ya, that's me pretending to be sleeping for this shot.
Just finished dropping most of my stuff off at the bus station. Carry basic essentials(ya that includes that blanket on my shoulder), ready to party and sleep anywhere again.