There is nothing noble, nor brave, about running with the bulls. Nothing of the sour smell of drunkenness and strewn-out drunkards in the early Pamplonan morning,…
The Running of the Bulls is what put the sleepy Spanish town of Pamplona on the map, but this pub dare gone way too far…
My credentials: more than a decade of visiting this festival — first as an ignorant drunkard, then as an exploitative business-minded drunkard, and most recently,…
Another San Fermin is just around the corner. Another year of 24-hour street fiestas, wine fights and fireworks. Another year of 30 million spectators swimming…
