Running Of The Bulls -Pamplona 2014- Bloody Photos Not For The Faint Of Heart
I had the pleasure of visiting Pamplona’s Running of the Bulls, but I wasn’t really prepared for the blood and gore that ensued at the week long festivities.
The Running of the Bulls isn’t just an opportunity for crazy people to get chased down the street by a posse of 6 REALLY pissed off, 800 pound animals.
During the annual 9 day celebration of San Fermin, there is also much debauchery, drinking and dancing in the streets.
Each year, the city of Pamplona attracts an estimated one million revelers, from all over the world who participate in the Running Of the Bulls, and many other activities.
There are fun things for families to do. Big Head Parades, Vaquillas, Matador Lessons, Fireworks Shows, and more.
Everyone dresses in red and white, sporting a mandatory “Red Kerchief” around their necks.
Many of the revelers end up dressed in PINK, instead of the requisite red and white.
Kids learn to run with the bulls, at an early age.
It isn’t just a bunch of bulls, chasing people through the streets of Pamplona. The bulls, who run in the morning, are the ones who are actually being led to the Plaza Del Toros, where they will be faced off against a Matador,one by one, in a BLOODY BULLFIGHT that same evening.
Only the lucky ones, come away unscathed from this event. But the bulls rarely, if ever, make it out alive.
This year, in an ironic twist, Bill Hillman, who is credited for contributing a chapter to the book, “How To Survive The Running Of The Bulls”, was gored in the leg, during one of the runs.
The Spaniards refer to this as “Fine Art”. I call it unnecessary torture of animals.
At first glance, there is a lot of cape waving and tight pants. Then it gets awful.
These undeniably grotesque abuses, left me in tears as I watched in disgust.
There is a lot more cape waving, a bull starts to die, and you realize that you are witnessing one of the most cruel acts ever.
There are different types of bullfights, held in stadiums all over the world. The present day version of Spanish bullfighting is one of the most cruel and gruesome, terminating with the dead bull being dragged around the blood soaked sand by four horses. It’s all too awful.
I had not been aware of the Spanish version of this global tradition, which is over 300 years old, and after I learned the facts, I came away from Pamplona with a renewed view of animal cruelty.
Yes, the Matador wears sequins, but, rest assured, nothing about this spectacle is pretty…..except perhaps the matador’s tight pants.
Although the gruesome “sport” has been banned in many other cities in Spain, in Pamplona the unfair “fight” still goes on.
I know theses photos are tough to look at. I couldn’t watch the bullfight myself. My husband took these photos, as I cringed in horror.
I found myself rooting for the poor bull, but he didn’t have a chance.
A few years ago, a matador was gored in the eye. He had the balls to come back and fight this year…with his one good eye. No sympathy here.
A few choice words describe how I felt about the bullfight in Pamplona:
Grisly, ghastly, frightful, horrid, horrifying, hideous, horrible, horrendous, grim, awful, dire, dreadful, terrible, horrific, shocking, appalling, disgusting, repulsive,repugnant, revolting, repellent, sickening; loathsome, abhorrent, odious, monstrous, unspeakable; gross.
I’m just saying.
If you can take some more…..watch my video of the event here