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Running From the Bulls of Pamplona |
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There comes a time in the life of every young man when he feels the need to test his meddle and tempt the hands of Fate. This may take the form of signing up with the French Foreign Legion and fighting in far away places, hunting large animals with large guns, |
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On the Art of Panic in Pamplona |
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Well, I ran with the bulls of Pamplona for the second morning now.
Technically I didn't run with them as I got into the arena before the bulls did. The experience I had years ago was more than enough for me.
I didn't jump over the railing like I did in the |
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Pamplona'd Out! |
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After five days of crashing in the park with my Sangria-filled wineskin as a pillow, four nights of freezing and boozing, and five sangria and adrenaline-fueled runs with the bulls, I finally left Pamplona.
I was exhausted. At the end of it I was sangria-stained, sunburned, bruised, pick pocketed, tired and |
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