Now these are the real runners. These people are insane but they got guts though.
These are the advanced runners. The usually run miles ahead of the bulls. I would personally called them pretend runners. If you are going to do something, do it right. If you are going to Run with Bulls, then run with them. Don't run so far ahead that you can't even see the bulls. Don't let that lone bull fool you, it was a stray and the main pack was way behind. I am personally too chicken to run right beside the bulls, so I am not even going to do it.
And where are the bulls running to? Here it is, the bull ring. And you already knows what's going to happen to them here.
A very common occurance at the bull runs. People tripping all over each other.
I came to Pamplona with these folks from Barcelona. The officals jam as many people as they could onto the train, then it was time to party. After a few drink, the gentleman in the middle decided he was James Bond. He climb to the outside of the train, fully drunk. Then procced to climb across from one end of the train to the other on the outside. I never laugh so hard in my life. When I think back, that was a bit stupid. But hell, you are supposed to do stupid things when you are young.
Another common sight in Pamplona. People passing out in the middle of the afternoon, too wasted to do anything.