Pamplona memories 1984. My first San Fermin. By Chris Dwyer

There was a contingent of Garmisch adventurers that went to Pamplona every year for the Festival of San Fermin. Bomber was the most experienced runner in the group and told great stories about prior years and the close calls with the horns and riots between Basque locals and the police and military. The first time I heard him talk about Pamplona was when we were getting stoned together in Uganda in the shade of the Sikh temple wall, where they had come looking for a place to stay, but were turned away. I was immediately hooked on the idea of going to Pamplona and running with the bulls and was thinking about Spain when he and Goldie left me to walk through Kampala (3 miles with their packs) to the other Sikh temple to see if they had room for them to stay. The sun was going down and I worried for them. Very few people were on the street at night, it was a dangerous city after dark in 1983.

My friend Shred had somehow finagled vacation time from the kayak school and also wanted to go. A group of us rented a car and planned to leave Saturday, July 7 and drive straight though until we arrived in Spain. Robert was doing most of the driving and Mick was riding shotgun, and claimed that seat for the whole ride. Shred, Steamboat John and me in the back. We left in the afternoon traveling through the mountains of Austria and Switzerland then to Lyon and south through Pau and then crossing the snow capped Pyrenees at Candanchu and then into Spain and Jaca and finally Pamplona on the evening of the 9th. There were other caravans from Garmisch also making the trip and we were the last to arrive. We walked into Plaza Castillo just as the bullfights were letting out and the Pena bands were parading through the plaza. We found Bomber and Goldie other Garmischers drinking red wine from botas and sitting on the curb, across from the Bar Txoco.  It was about 10PM and the sun was just setting. It was warm and the town was alive with people coming from the bull fight to find a table on the square and watch the paseo from a comfortable vantage point with bebidas. Our plan was to buy some wine and fill up our botas and then walk the bull run course from start to finish. Bomber led the way out of the plaza to the bull ring and then down Calle Estafeta, the longest portion of the run. At the bottom of the street past La Curve and through Calle Mercaderes past the mayor’s palace and down Calle Santo Domingo, to the beginning of the bull run where the corales for the bulls are. The pen was full of the next days animals and the police kept things quiet down here, so as not to allow drunks to disturb the bulls.

We went for a drink at Bomber’s favorite place, Le Mejillonera, the Mussel Bar. It was in the sketchy part of town on Plaza Navarreria. People were diving off the statue in front of the bar into the waiting arms of the crowd below. The street was full of trash and plastic cups and bottles. The crowd was rough and the neighborhood was dirty. This is where the punk rockers and misfits of fiesta were hanging out. Not the place to bring your Mom at night. It smelled like urine and puke. People were lighting fireworks and throwing torpedoes that exploded on impact. There were no police to be seen down here. The beer was cheap and we hung out for a few hours watching the the underbelly of fiesta in front of us, before heading out of town to where we were camping that night, near the waterfalls.

We were up at six and back in Pamplona before seven. All our bags were still in the car and we decided that somebody had to stay with the vehicle to guard our stuff. It was a hard choice and in the end John volunteered to stay. Just at that moment Louise and the girls pulled up in their car and parked next to us. Louise generously offered to stay behind and freed John to run the bulls.

I went to the square first and found a bathroom to relieve myself. We all met in front of the mayor’s palace and waited for 8AM. At 7:45 they let us walk up the street through Mercaderes around La Curve and up the canyon like street of Estafeta with six story buildings lining the street. Once you started up the street there was no exit until you reached the top, four hundred meters uphill. We found our spots to stand at the top of Estafeta where it gets wider. The next section curves left for about 200 meters and then funnels down to the left into the narrowest portion, a bottleneck tunnel called the callejon, leading into the bull ring.

I found a perch in the niche of a doorway on the left and waited with a few thousand others. Ten minutes gave me plenty of time to question my resolve. My mouth was dry and I was sweating and could smell the bad breath and stink of hangover wafting through the dense crowd around me. The sound of giddy laughter and incessant chatter identified the very nervous. There were others who were obviously veterans, who calmly read the newspaper with a quite smile just as if they were waiting for a bus on their day off. The cobblestone street was wet from the morning dew. We were all wearing red scarves around our necks and half of the crowd was dressed all in white. Basque flags were everywhere. The police were posted along the fence to prevent runners from vaulting the barricades, unless there was a bull goring someone, then they tried to pull them over the fence and out of harm’s way if they could.

There was a group of locals moving through the crowd looking for women. I saw them take the hat off a girl, revealing her long hair, and then picking her up and tossing her over the barricade and warning her to stay out. There was a long tradition of expelling women from the encierro. I only saw this once and it was a dying tradition in 1984. Plenty of girls snuck in and ran however.

The first rocket went off at exactly 8AM. This signals that the gate of the corrales has been opened. Twenty seconds later a second rocket explodes, letting us know that all the animals are out of the pen and running in the street. The crowd starts to thin out and many runners have run into the bull arena, before the bulls are any where near them. These runners are sarcastically referred  to as, “Los Valientes” or the brave ones. At one minute, you can hear the crowd react to the bulls coming up the street, at the bottom of Estafeta. The runners near me are jumping up and down , trying to see the vanguard of the approaching bulls. The crowd gets louder and starts moving faster as it passes me. I see the first two bulls go by and then I jump into the flow of runners chasing the lead bulls ahead of us, and in front of the bulls behind us. I swerved left to avoid fallen runners and ran up on the curb around the pile of fallen bodies. A Bull has fallen and the runners in front of me have stopped and are staring down a lone bull to the right, that has just gotten to its feet and is about to charge at us. I am against the wall with two others, when I see what was about to happen.

Time had slowed down and I was starting to back up when a runner ran between the bull and where I was on the curb. The bull looked to its right and saw another lone runner against the wall and charged, impaling Steven Townsend in the groin and lifting him into the air. When he landed the bull charged again and gored him in the thigh, rupturing his femoral artery. A famous picture of this moment circulated around the world on the front page of the International Herald Tribune showing Townsend in all his agony, screaming with the bull looking him in the eye as it trampled over him. The bull charged again and again, goring and tossing Steve until he was in shock and had almost bled out. His blood was everywhere. It was one of the worst gorings in the history of San Fermin. There were two other bulls also trying to gore people further up the street in a section called Teléfonos. I watched this all happen in front of me and was scared of being the victim as well. I was about to climb under the barricade, but stopped and forced myself to stay in the street. Just then I saw a fourth bull ten meters to my right. I ran to the left, around the far side of the bull goring Townsend,  up the street where the other two bulls were causing havoc. I slowed down a bit and saw an opening and ran by the lead bull towards the tunnel, through the callejon.

The bulls I had run by had caught up to me and were close when I came into the plaza de toros. It was dusty and crowded and the audience was screaming as I entered. I was winded and my mouth was so dry that I could hardly talk. The bulls eventually came into the arena where the doubledores used their capes to lead the animals through the plaza toward the Toril and into their pens. Most runs are over in 2-3 minutes, but today’s encierro was much longer and had many lone bull/goring situations in the street. Back where I had started, Steven Townsend, 1st. Lt. US Army, was being saved by the experienced trauma teams who were waiting in the wings, watching as the carnage unfolded. As soon as Townsend was free of his tormentor, a doctor wearing sterile gloves had squeezed through the wooden barricade and immediately started first aid. He put his hand inside the gaping thigh wound and grabbed the pulsing femoral artery which stopped the hemorrhage and saved his life. He needed 14 pints of whole blood to sustain him through surgery. From the time he was gored to the time he was operated on, was less than 20 minutes. This rapid response and the experienced and well prepared emergency services were the reasons he didn’t die from his injuries. After fiesta I heard that Townsend had been court martialed and charged with destroying government property. It was his first run as well and I was standing right next to him just before he was gored.

I was still in the arena, trying my luck dodging the smaller and faster vacas running around with padded horns, not as dangerous as the fighting bulls we just ran with. My throat was so dry that it hurt. My pants were ripped and I was covered in dust. The other Garmischers in the arena were in shock for how violent the days run had been. Some of them had run in early with los valientes and had no idea what had just happened. We exited the arena and went back to Plaza Castillo and Bar Txoco to meet up with our friends and see if anyone got hurt.

The rush of adrenaline had taken over and I had a feeling of hyperawareness. Body and mind were in sync and tuned in. I was high from the danger that had just passed me by. It looked me in the face and I saw its eyes and smelled its rank breath. In that split second before Townsend was gored, the stink of the manure smeared on the bull’s flanks filled the air and he was grunting and snorting and scraping with its hooves on the cobblestones. I saw the bull looking for a target, drooling with his tongue sticking out and breathing heavily. It was as tall as me and all muscle and its black hide was wet and shining.  For a second, the bull looked my way and then turned and looked at Townsend; he flinched. The crowd screamed when the bull charged ahead, goring him in the groin and tossing him in the air. When he landed, instead of laying still, he tried to get up and when the bull saw this he charged again, pinning Townsend to the street and tearing through his left thigh. I saw his terrified face and puddles of blood from one side of the street to the other. The bull was relentless and fixated on subduing Townsend. His last act was to slowly walk over Townsend probing with his horns and looking for movement. Then he walked away and was led up the street by the Pastores prodding the animal with their long sticks. Townsend was nearly unconscious when the bull finally left him alone.

At Bar Txoko, I saw Shred and Bomber and the others who had just run. Cliff and John had also had close calls with the horns. They were trying to avoid the two sueltos that were goring people in Telefonos. It had been an historic day for gorings and injuries, with three animals all goring people at the last section of the encierro before entering the plaza de toros. I also witnessed great acts of bravery. One runner who was trying to save Townsend, was pulling the bull by its tail and then reaching from behind and grabbing its testicles and pulling. The bull barely noticed and instead concentrated on mauling its prey. We were all trading notes and had lots to talk about. I  remember saying to GT, “That was really heavy! Is it always like that!!? WTF!!!”. We had started drinking and I wasn’t the only one with an adrenaline high. All of us were flying and the beer and wine hardly made a dent. We hadn’t eaten yet and didn’t mind. Our appetites were suppressed and time was flying by now. By early afternoon we wandered over to a party or enfermeria at the Eslava Hotel.

I met Matt Carney at the Txoco that morning and he invited us all to the party. He was holding court at the bar, drinking with some of the local Basque runners who grew up on the streets of Pamplona and were well known as expert coreadores. James Michener had featured Matt in his book Iberia and highlighted Matt’s fame as the premier American Runner at the time. He also recounted the time when Matt Carney and Hemingway got into an argument and there were harsh words and threats exchanged. Matt, the ex US Marine, was in his prime and would have won any contest or fight. It started when Matt offered Hem a drink from his bota. The cap was loose and one of Hem’s friends accused Matt of setting Hem up, and having his bota pour out all of its wine at once, making a mess, instead of a long drawn-out stream, which is traditional and preferred. The cap being loose was not intentional.  It was a misunderstanding blown out of proportion by the sycophants Hem was getting drunk with. Hem made a big deal out of the incident and got out of his chair and made toward Matt. His entourage “held” him back in a comical display of the indignant artist defending his image and honor. Nothing happened.

Matt had charisma and people were drawn to him. He was handsome and told great stories. When I met him he was with the local runners discussing what had just happened in the street and all agreed what a dangerous day it had been. We all wondered if the man who was badly gored had survived. We didn’t know his name or nationality yet. Matt was standing with Attanasio and his friends from the Anaitasuna Pena, which Matt belonged to and had the honor as the only foreigner made a member of their club for runners. They were all wearing the traditional colors of white and red. White clothing with a red scarf around their neck and a red sash around their waist. The red panuelo around their necks had the crest of the Anaitasuna pena, one of the oldest penas in Pamplona.

In the basement of the Eslava Hotel, we drank the traditional “red shit and yellow shit”. Buckets filled with Bloody Marys and Screw-drivers. Our host , Magoo, had also put some tapas out to soak up the booze and help us stay awake. Matt was telling us about the traditions of fiesta and how important it was to respect the locals and try to understand what it means to be Basque. He spoke about how they had struggled and were repressed under Franco, and why they are so proud of their heritage. Ten years before, it was illegal to speak in Basque or sing their songs or dance their jotas. Ten years later there was a resurgence of culture but the Basque were still under siege from the government.This was because hard-line separatist members of ETA were demanding their own country and had initiated a campaign of assassinations and bombings throughout Spain and was promoting autonomy through violent revolution. Many ETA members came to Pamplona for the Festival of San Fermin despite being wanted by police, military and secret hit squads from Madrid.

We were enthralled by Matt’s understanding of the locals and his advise about fiesta and how to run bulls. Later on Matt recited ‘The Raven” by Poe and the room fell silent. He then started to sing an Irish song, “Wearin’ of The Green”. I handed Matt a refill and he asked about me and how I came to Pamplona. I told him about my Dad and my uncle who were both Marines. My Uncle Jim Dwyer was a veteran of the battles on Tarawa, Wake Island, and Guadalcanal. He knew and was friends with John Basilone. He was punished after Guadalcanal for beating up an artillery Major in the middle of battle because he was shelling his troops. He had been The Sergeant Major of Guantanamo Bay for two years when he was forced to become a Lieutenant just before the attack on Guadalcanal. Punishment took a crooked turn, and he was promoted to Captain but given command of a naval Brig in San Francisco. He hated this assignment and drank himself out of the Marines. Matt asked about me; my education, what I was doing in Germany for the US Army, my trip through Africa, and what I thought about Pamplona. Then he asked how my run was today and I told him about where I was and what I saw and where I ended up. He was clapping me on the back and saying my baptism by fire was special and I would never have another first run or be as scarred again because now I was a “Veteran”! He was leaving to go to the corrida and said he would see me in the morning in the street and gave me an abrazo fuerte. He reminded me of my Dad and had certain mannerisms and a cadence in his tone of an old Marine. A confident bering and square shoulders and a clean pressed uniform with ribbons and medals. Matt had a gift for making you feel important when he talked to you. It was part of his charm and he was good at it. He would put both hands on your shoulders and look you in the eye and then say his piece. It was easy to see why he was so admired.

Soon it was time to leave for the bull fights. I didn’t have tickets, so we got more beer and went to the park and took a nap. Robert found us later and told us that our car had been broken into and some of our bags were stolen. I lost one out of two bags and all my clothes. I had hidden my documents and money and valuables in the car and they weren’t taken. I had the clothes on my back and a jacket. A friend let me put my bag in his hotel room at La Perla. Shred also had most of his stuff stolen. We wandered through the town and back down to the mussel bar and the statue where people were diving off. GT called this part of town “Apocalypse Now”. It was darker and dirtier than the rest of the old town and is near where the Punk Rockers sleep on the sidewalks during fiesta. We stayed out all night and spent a few hours in a hard chair, napping before the run.

The horror of the day before was today’s headlines. My picture was on the front page of Navarra Hoy with Townsend and a suelto coming at us. There many pictures of townsend being attacked. It made clear how lucky I was not to have been gored.

We all gathered in front of Ayuntamiento and waited together. Matt came over greeting all of us and saying “Suerte”. He told me that he had seen the newspapers already and saw my picture standing near Townsend and to find him after the run to  talk about it. We walked up the street as a group and Matt stayed at the bottom of Calle Estafeta. I went back to where I was the day before. Shred was across the street from me with Bomber and a few others, near the bus stop and Bar Fitero. The first rocket went off and 6 seconds later another. All the bulls were now out of the pen and running. A minute later we heard the crowd screaming at the bottom of Estafeta as the bulls rounded the curve and started up the street. The sound got louder as they got closer. I saw the lead bulls all in a tight pack quickly coming toward us. The pace of the herd is out running anyone in front it and parting the crowd. I don’t see an opening and the pack passes by so quickly that when I start running they are all ahead of me and I am trying to catch up but miss my shot. I run with the crowd and into the arena to see the bulls exit the plaza into their pens on the otherside. It was a fast time of 2.08 minutes. Clean and quick. We stayed in the plaza for the vacas and then went back to Txoco for a drink and a head count. I now understood how special my first run was because of how different today’s run was.

I saw Matt with his pena brothers in front of the Txoco. I was sitting with Art and Tim and Curly and GT. He came over and joined us. The conversation quickly covered the days uneventful run. Rapido y limpia. When the bulls are moving that fast it’s hard to get in front of them to set up for a run. None of us got any time with the bulls that day. Matt turned the attention to that days paper and my photo on the front page. “Your in a bad spot there, against the wall with a suelto looking at you. Pretty exciting first run though, eh?”. The whole table laughed. “Next time, if you can, take the middle of the street instead of the sidewalk, you have more room to move.”. “Can I run with you one of these days?”. “Well , sure. Why not!? Maybe tomorrow, we’ll play it by ear.”.

We spent the day swimming at the waterfalls and napping in the sun. My car mates were talking about leaving Pamplona early and driving to the Montreux Jazz Fest in Switzerland. I was against this idea and argued with Robert, but he who rents the car and has the keys, makes the rules and after the next days bull run my ride would be leaving with or without Chris.

The next few days were a blur of bars and naps in hard metal chairs. I ran each day but never got to run with Matt that year. I was sleeping in doorways and the park. After the runs I hung out with Curly and GT and Art and Tim and Jerry. All my buddies from Garmisch were gone. My clothes were dirty and stained with red wine and blood, I had been wearing them since my first day in Spain. The morning of the 14th I got a ride out of town with Jim from Heidelberg. At the French border I switched with him and drove north. We stopped outside Paris for a short break and saw the fireworks of Bastille Day over the city. When we reached Heidelberg he dropped me off at the train station and after stopping in Munich and enjoying a bratwurst and Helles at my favorite Kiosk in the Hauptbahnhof, I was back in Garmisch that afternoon.

Justin Bieber corriendo el encierro vestido de helado antes de que le pille el carro.

El encierro de Sanfermin en el video de Justin Bieber y Ed Sheeran

¿Crees que te estamos mintiendo si te decimos que Justin Bieber sale disfrazado de helado corriendo en el encierro de Sanfermin en su último video (I don´t care) junto a Ed Sheeran? Pues no te mentimos. Es verdad. El pasado 10 de mayo se estrenaba el video I don´t care en el que colaboran Bieber y Sheeran. Éste último es uno de los autores de la canción y a su vez intérprete y se intercala con Justin como primera voz del tema a lo largo de la canción.

El video es una risa porque mezcla imagen real y animación y le dan rienda suelta a la imaginación a nivel gráfico. Se podría decir que lo pensaron en una juerga sanferminera y nadie se ha atrevido que se les ha ido la pinza porque son Sheeran y Bieber. Y tiene pinta de que se rieron bastante mientras lo grabaron ya que ambas estrellas del rock salen disfrazados de diferentes mascotas mientras de fondo aparecen diferentes situaciones festivas. Entre ellas se cuela Sanfermin donde superponen a Bieber haciendo como que corre. Le invitamos a venir de verdad que mola más, aunque sea a verlo desde un balcón de Sanfermin.

Juantin bieber coriendo el encierro de Sanfermin.

El video lleva más de 2,5 millones de reproducciones y todos ellos habrán podido detenerse a los 2,43 segundos para rascarse los ojos tras pensar “Creo que he visto a Justin Bieber corriendo el encierro vestido de helado”… y así es. Rásquese. Pero Justin sale corriendo el encierro. No salen toros para que no les escriba el PETA, pero tiene cierto sentido ya que el tema de cuenta que no se encuentran bien en una fiesta, a no ser que estén junto a su amor. Veniros los cuatro en julio, que es mejor la realidad que la ficción.

No obstante, vemos la trascendencia del encierro de Sanfermin que se cuela en las mejores juergas internacionales.

© 2007 Xabier Ansó. El dispositivo especial de Sanfermin permite acceder el propio recorrido del encierro

The Running of the Bulls is rejected by many Insurance companies

Bill lives in Ontario, Canada. He is a monitor of risk sports and he remembers the first time he ran the running of the bulls from the Santo Domingo stretch. A runner by his side, with a look of panic, told him just before the bulls were released, “I don’t think my travel insurance policy will cover this.” And it turned out to be that case. At times, Bill has thought about taking part in the running of the bulls since then, but he feels the risk is higher than the profession he performs in his working life as a monitor of risk sports.

Travel insurance companies don’t cover risky behaviour.

Chris after his experiences in the 1995 Sanfermines, expressed his attitude as follows: “Forget about Bungee jumping, forget about the jalopy car racing, forget the rest…This really guarantees an authentic adrenaline boost. There are no security nets; there are no safety belts or airbags. You and a dozen bulls running in among a couple of thousand runners who are just as terrified…as you.”

Chris encourages his American colleagues to take part in the running of the bulls and gives some sound advice, considering that he has been a runner from abroad. His final piece of advice is “Ensure that you have good medical insurance, and it is probably wise to make sure that your will is up to date.”

Planning to run with the bulls? Jump off cliffs?
Check your coverage

There are two insurance policies made by Pamplona City Hall and by the organizers of the bull fair – the Casa de Misericordia. These serve to cover compensations in cases of disablement or death. Those injured or wounded and born within the province of Navarra, or from neighboring provinces, receive free medical treatment from The Public Health Service. However, foreigners are charged through their medical insurance. Anyone injure or wounded will obviously be given full treatment with no questions asked, but later The Navarra Health Service will try to have the cost paid by the patients medical insurance.

The hospital is obliged to charge by law

The Navarra Public Health Service is obliged, by law, to charge for its health care, when there always exists a third party to pay, as occurs in the case of traffic accidents. Consequently, in the case of people who are resident in another country, they must try to find someone to take responsibility for the costs. In any case, all patients can leave the hospital without paying the cost – which does not occur in some other countries – and there have been cases where the Embassy of the infirm person has had to affront the costs of their citizens in cases of insolvency. In the case of other European countries, there exists a corresponding compensation system between the different national health systems.

When it comes to paying, the costs in Navarra are quite cheap in comparison with other health systems in the first world. So, consequently, if someone decides to take part in the running of the bulls without any kind of insurance, and should he be admitted to hospital, he can be assured of receiving good attention and the hospital bill will be lower than if it had occurred in any other place.

Difficulties to get insured

Whoever comes to Pamplona from abroad, could find some problems if they need treatment arising from some accident in the running of the bulls. For example, World Nomads is one of the biggest travel agencies in the world for travel insurance. In its publicity on the web page, Nomads announces instant universal insurance all round the world, but when faced with a specific request for travel insurance from an American citizen who wanted to take part in the Pamplona running of the bulls, the answer was. “Regretfully, as part of our policy we cannot cover you as an American citizen or resident to take part in the running of the bulls.”

The Allianz Insurance Company, in its coverage of travel agencies who organize trips from Australia, New Zealand and The United States, has a list of activities which are covered and a list which is excluded from coverage. The traveler can take a ride on an elephant and if there is a fall, there is coverage… but if a Polar Bear attacks off the track of the polar safari, besides dying of fright or even really dying, there is no insurance cover in this case. And watch out…another one of the activities excluded is the Running of the Bulls, whether or not there are any safaris…

Without specifically stating Pamplona, but using the expression “running with the bulls” the text reads: “I assume and accept the risks and dangers and the possibility of suffering personal harm and being hospitalized…” This kind of formula is now common to inform tourists that they have been warned of the risks and the element of chance which lies in the running of the bulls…

For example, another recent warning came from the Sidney Morning Herald, in Australia, when it recently informed its readers that jumping from the Navarreria fountain or taking part in the running of the bulls, is not recommended by the principal insurance companies.

Another example we could consider comes from The Association of American Programs in Spain which specifically recommends that travelers should not take part in risk activities and cites the running of the bulls as a clear example of this. It reminds travelers that both tourists and local runners have both suffered serious and mortal accidents over the years in the running of the bulls.

Another of the formulas being used at present by some agencies is to have a form signed which renounces all rights of suing made by the travelers if they take part in the running of the bulls and something happens to them. These forms free the agency from all responsibility in the matter and oblige the person who signs to assume that “I am conscious of the risks inherent in the running of the bulls and I am conscious of other added risks and dangers coming from other runners (…) that there are runners who are unaware of the dangers inherent in the running of the bulls and who could act irrationally and prejudice me in the participation of the running of the bulls.(…) I am conscious that the enjoyment and the emotion of the running of the bulls comes, in part, from the participation of the bulls and if I choose to take part it is at my own volition and risk, and my responsibility and at my own expense.”

There are also some overstatements such as the agency that states that in Sanfermin, the muggings increase exponentially and it is not safe to go out alone at night. The solution, of course, is to contract insurance…

san fermin on the world de jean carles ferrer

La música de la escalera de Sanfermin a ritmo de dance music con el DJ Jean Carles Ferrer

Al Dj Jean Carles Ferrer no le deja indiferente sanfermin y ha realizado su personal aportación musical con el tema “San Fermín On The World“. De estilo Dance Music asume la tradición musical sanferminera y le da un aire más actual. Nos contactó por Facebook y nos contaba: “Os presento mi nuevo trabajo Musical llamado San Fermín On The World una nueva canción de San Fermín al más estilo y puro Dance Music y con todo mi cariño para estas Fiestas de San Fermín 2019.”

Jean Carles Ferrer trabaja y vive en Ibiza como Dj y realiza sus propias composiciones. En este video podemos ver la evolución de otras de sus composiciones sobre el propio teclado.

La licencia del tema recae sobre IBIZA SOUND DELUXE RECORDS y SGAE (16611264) y ya está disponible en Spotify.

El ruso que flipa con el encierro de Sanfermin

Así flipa un ruso con el encierro de Sanfermin

Siguiendo el estilo marcado por James Rhodes, el “Ruso Mochilero” ha decidido enamorarse poco a poco de nuestras costumbres, conocer el país en profundidad y contarlo todo por su canal de video. En su lista se encuentra el encierro, pero como estamos en mayo, se ha grabado viendo un encierro en la tablet. El resultado es bastante gracioso y transparente y nos ha parecido interesante compartirlo. Su lema, lo mejor, reacción con pasión.

«Estoy flipando!» Evento muy emocionante e interesante!

La reacción de nuestro ruso mochilero además la deja por escrito en los comentarios del video. “Definitivamente me gustaría visitar Sanfermin! El nivel de emoción de esta festivil no es inferior de la celebración del Año Nuevo. ¿Me interesa cuál es la idea de esta fiesta? ¿De dónde viene esta tradición? Se que las corridas de toros están cada vez más prohibidas en España, y estoy de acuerdo con esto. No me gusta la burla y la sobreexposición de los animales, y especialmente no apoyo su asesinato por el entretenimiento”, apunta EV.

No se escapa el protagonista de este debate solo con estas palabras y afronta varias de las contradicciones más habituales a las que se enfrenta quien ve el encierro.

Esta fiesta parece inofensiva para los animales y más peligrosa para las personas.

Según escribe Mochilero: “Esta fiesta parece inofensiva para los animales y más peligrosa para las personas”. No sé qué está pasando en la parte final del fiesta, pero espero que los toros sigan vivos. Pero aun así … ¿Por qué las personas se permiten tratar a los animales como un medio para satisfacer sus necesidades? ¿Por qué no respetamos a las criaturas creadas por Dios: las consumimos para comer, las mata?os por diversion, las encerramos en jaulas y zoológicos? En mi opinión, en la actualidad, una persona tiene suficientes alimentos diferentes para alimentarse, y más que suficiente entretenimiento para su mente. ¿Por qué las personas se comportan tan inconscientemente y se dedican a consumicion de animales en todas formas?”

Y concluye con “Mi reaccion: y positiva y negativa. ? ? ¿Me interesa cuál es la idea de esta fiesta? ¿De dónde viene esta tradición? Y cual es vuestra reacción a este evento?”

Le pasaremos unos enlaces de para que descubra el origen del encierro y si quiere verlo desde un balcón puede alquilar uno aquí mismo.

La manada entra en la plaza consistorial un 17 de marzo. Increíble, pero cierto.

Toros de cine por primavera en Pamplona

La película china Line Walker Operation Midnight Shadow incluirá el encierro de Pamplona en su trama y esta mañana se han rodado las escenas emulando un encierro de Sanfermin en primavera.

Cuando crees que lo has visto todo en Sanfermin, siempre te quedas corto. ¿Alguien podía imaginar un encierro con vallado y todo en marzo en Pamplona? Pues ya no hace falta. Ha pasado esta mañana. Y además con regalos para la vista que fuera de contexto en los próximos años volverán loco a quien descubra las imágenes. Hemos visto encierros de cuatro y seis toros a nueve grados de temperatura, hemos visto encierros al revés sin corredores y hemos visto a corredores perseguidos por un coche. La culpa de todo lo tiene la segunda entrega de la película china Line Walker. Este filme estará ambientado en Hong Kong, Madrid y Pamplona y ha provocado rodajes en Segovia, Tafalla y Pamplona. Hoy tocaba encierro en Pamplona.

Y el encierro de hoy ha sido un encierro en serio a nivel de infraestructura, con carpinteros de verdad, policía de verdad, toros de verdad, pastores de verdad y fotógrafos y periodistas de coña (figurantes). Bueno, alguno de verdad ha tenido que ir para que veáis encierros como este.

Para que salga todo bien hay que tomarse su tiempo y en aras de la seguridad y del buen trabajo ha costado arrancar la jornada. Hemos empezado con sol y casi terminamos lloviendo. A los toros no les ha importado, pero hemos visto corredores con mantas para aguantar las escasas temperaturas de esta mañana.

Corral en Santo Domingo y corredores con mantas

Los toros partían desde un corral instalado en plena cuesta de Santo Domingo junto al ayuntamiento, muy cerca de la propia plaza. Los animales han discurrido por el recorrido del encierro hasta prácticamente la bajada de Javier junto a La Casa del libro y reloj que marca el tiempo que resta para Sanfermin.

Corrales improvisados junto al Ayuntamiento de Pamplona en Santo Domingo.
Corrales improvisados junto al Ayuntamiento de Pamplona en Santo Domingo.

Después de completar una pasada y grabar una escena real o de prueba, los animales tenían que volver a los corrales y se daba la increíble escena de ver un encierro al revés sin que hubiera un toro de Escolar de por medio. A los corredores se les apartaba, pero la escena es buenísima.

La manda retorna por Mercaderes en una imagen inesperada.
La manda retorna por Mercaderes en una imagen inesperada.
Corredores ataviados de mantas para aguantar los nueve grados, ven retornar a la manada a los corrales.
Corredores ataviados de mantas para aguantar los nueve grados, ven retornar a la manada a los corrales.

Conforme la mañana ha ido avanzando los animales han dejado paso a los coches. Así como en la grabación de Tafalla de la semana pasada pudimos ver la simulación de una persecución en coche, en Pamplona hemos disfrutado de escenas similares. Una de las más espectaculares ha sido esta entrada a tope resbalando como los morlacos en plena curva con un BMW. Está claro que no había aplicado el antideslizante.

La producción de la película en España ha sido cosa de la experimentada Babieka Films y por lo que hemos visto se han encargado con profesionalidad del tema. Desde Pamplona han echado una mano para la organización tanto el Ayuntamiento de Pamplona como la
Navarra Film Commission.

El público chino cada vez más habitual en Sanfermin

El público chino es habitual en Sanfermin desde hace unos años, de hecho a través de y Sanfermin by locals han venido numerosos grupos de ciudadanos de este país. Según nos cuenta Mikel Ollo, agente Turístico de Sanfermin by locals, es previsible que con acciones como esta pueda incrementarse la demanda sanferminera de turistas chinos como ya sucedió con el público hindú cuando se grabó en Pamplona Zindagi Na Milegi Dobara. . Según nos cuenta Mikel Ollo, agente Turístico de Sanfermin by locals, es previsible que con acciones como esta pueda incrementarse la demanda sanferminera de turistas chinos como ya sucedió con el público hindú cuando se grabó en Pamplona Zindagi Na Milegi Dobara.

Mikel Ollo nos dice que desde hace tres años comenzamos a trabajar regularmente con público chino colaborando con la agencia VR Trip, la más potente a nivel online de China. Podemos contar que son gente muy interesada en las fiestas de Sanfermin,  que muestran mucha educación y respeto y a los que les llama especialmente la atención tanto el encierro como las corridas de toros”.

Según nos cuenta Mikel Ollo, de Sanfermin by locals “El perfil de los visitantes chinos que acuden a Pamplona con nosotros suelen ser parejas jóvenes y familias de hasta 5 miembros (padres, hija o hijo y abuelos). La procedencia es de China, Taiwan, Hong Kong y ciudadanos chinos residentes en Europa, Estados Unidos o España que se interesan por las fiestas de Sanfermin. Son muy de sacar fotos y les interesa mucho conocer el porqué de correr el encierro junto a los toros y vestir por lo general de blanco.”

El público chino representa tras tres años el 10% del volumen de turistas que utilizan los servicios que ofrecen y Sanfermin by Locals de la mano de Mikel Ollo y su gente. El tipo de público suele ser de nivel adquisitivo medio alto y destaca el interés por captar los detalles y conocer las razones y la motivación de todo lo que contemplan. Apunta Mikel Ollo, “es complicado cumplir con el horario establecido de las rutas ya que se esfuerzan por conocer a fondo todo lo que ven.” Inicialmente vivimos varias experiencias con grupos en 2013 y 2014, y a partir de entonces trabajamos con grupos y con clientes individuales, que no vienen con agencia de viajes organizada sino que se preparan la ruta a medida. Generalmente los grupos visitan otras partes de España o realizan el Camino de Santiago y dedican una o dos jornadas a conocer las internacionalmente famosas fiestas de Sanfermin.

Encierro en zapatos de vestir

Justin Schneider, fundador de la empresa de zapatos Wolf & Shepherd, participó en un encierro con uno de sus modelos y realizó un video para promocionar las cualidades de su producto

El pasado 18 de julio vio la luz un video de la empresa americana de zapatos Wolf & Shepherd que promocionaba la comodidad de sus zapatos, sin perder elegancia, participando en uno de los encierros de San Fermín de 2018. No es muy habitual que últimamente las marcas se asocien al encierro de Sanfermin por la presión de colectivos antitaurinos, pero algunas empresas siguen queriendo asociar los valores positivos de la carrera de Pamplona con sus productos.

Para la ocasión Wolf & Shepherd contó con la participación directa de su fundador, Justin Schneider, que corrió por lo menos uno de los encierros de 2018, para grabar algunos planos de la carrera. Se puede apreciar que los planos del vídeo están obtenidos con los mansos de cola en Santo Domingo un día con lluvia, que probablemente sea el 8 de julio, y cuando corrieron los toros de José Escolar.

El mensaje del anuncio reza “Olvida lo que sabes sobre zapatos de vestir” y precisamente entendieron que participar en un encierro con este tipo de zapatos reforzaría mundialmente su marca y su producto. El propio Shepherd dijo tras el encierro: “Queríamos disipar la idea de que tus zapatos de vestir te pueden limitar de alguna manera. Se sentían perfectos al correr. Todo el tiempo y el esfuerzo que hemos puesto para hacer de estos los mejores zapatos de vestir disponibles se pudieron ver hoy”. 

Imagen desde el parque de la media luna de Pamplona en el promocional de wolf and shepherd
Imagen desde el parque de la media luna de Pamplona en el promocional de wolf and shepherd

Respecto al encierro, el fundador de Wolf & Shepherd admitió: “Fue un caos. La tierra comenzó a temblar como un terremoto tan pronto como los toros fueron liberados. La multitud aplaudía, la gente a mi alrededor cantaba… Ah, y un montón de animales salvajes de 1,500 libras corrían hacia ti. Todo fue surrealista”.

Justin Schneider trabajó para Adidas diseñando calzado de alto rendimiento y practicó atletismo de competición. A lo largo de este tiempo fue creciendo su preocupación por la falta de comodidad en el calzado de vestir. Y de allí surgió la idea de fusionar la comodidad de las zapatillas deportivas y la estética necesaria en los zapatos para acudir a trabajar. De allí surgió Wolf & Shepherd Justin se burló del primer prototipo de W&S pegando el talón de espuma de su zapatilla para correr a la suela de un viejo par de zapatos de vestir. Ahora fabricado en Europa, utilizando la tecnología de confort fabricada en Estados Unidos, Wolf & Shepherd está definiendo el nuevo zapato de vestir moderno. El zapato se diseña en Los Ángeles y se fabrica en Portugal.

Wolf & Shepherd en Sanfermin.

Australianos en peligro de extinción en Pamplona tras la renuncia de Contiki y Busabout a Sanfermin

Contiki y Busbaout ya no realizarán viajes a Sanfermin. Así lo anunciaba hace un mes Vanessa Budah, jefa de relaciones públicas de Travel Corporation en palabras recogidas en TripleJ Hack de ABC Australia. El motivo principal citado en la noticia es el maltrato animal. “Es principalmente por la razón del tratamiento de los toros”, dice Budah, y además apunta que “Si tuviéramos que seguir manteniendo algo como eso, también habría mucha reacción.”

Y reacción la ha habido, como la de una importante asociación que lo peta en defensa de algunos animales que agradece que Travel Corporation renuncie a organizar viajes a Pamplona por Sanfermin.

Si eres australiano, venir a correr el encierro ahora sí que es una experiencia única

Ahora que la mayoría de agencias de viaje australianas no realizan viajes a Sanfermin venir a Pamplona a correr el encierro se ha convertido de nuevo en una experiencia definitiva, prohibida y atractiva. Ejercer la libertad de venir a Pamplona a Sanfermin a correr con los toros no es posible en agencias como las citadas.

Sin embargo, por otra parte, hay agencias como Stoke Travel, que a su estilo, sigue apostando por Sanfermin de diferentes maneras tras quince años trabajando en Pamplona en julio.

Además, para más cachondeo, tras todo este meneo informativo puedes comprar un viaje por Europa con una parada en Pamplona en plena fiesta de Sanfermin en una de las webs de la agencia Travel Corporation . Hace un ratico nos dejaba reservar en la web tranquilamente y encontrar tres fechas en julio con parada en Pamplona durante las fiestas.

Sí que es verdad que para encontrar el viaje a Pamplona hay que darse un tiempo. No es como ir a la dark web, pero no es fácil encontrar un viaje a Pamplona en las agencias citadas. De hecho, en una de ellas no es posible encontrarlo ni por el nombre de la ciudad para otras fechas más allá o más acá de julio.

Toda Pamplona es una maltratadora de animales

En este tipo de mensajes como el que nos ocupa siempre se da por hecho que los 1,5 millones de visitantes a Pamplona el pasado julio y todos sus habitantes somos todos unos maltratadores de animales. Se da por supuesto además que en Sanfermin no hay opciones más allá del encierro y la corrida. Entender que correr el encierro o ver una corrida es maltrato animal, es también otro debate, pero nos da pereza tenerlo aquí.

Otra realidad es que la presión global contra Sanfermin no tiene su Némesis y no existe una institución que se dedique a fomentar la fiesta de Sanfermin con la misma intensidad y recursos que le dedican desde gigantes mundiales de la defensa de algunos animales. También hay que decir que otras asociaciones como Anima Naturalis llevan unos años separando la fiesta de Sanfermin de la fiesta “con sangre” y abogan por un Sanfermin sin sangre.

Ganaderías para Sanfermin 2019

Los encierros de Sanfermin 2019 contarán con la presencia de una ganadería nueva, los toros de “La Palmosilla”. Repetirán en la Feria del Toro los animales Jandilla (Feria del Toro 2018), Puerto de San Lorenzo (premio Carriquiri de la feria 2018) y los hierros de Miura, Victoriano del Río, Cebada Gago, José Escolar, Núñez del Cuvillo, habituales de la feria sanferminera.

La ganadería elegida para el festejo de rejones vuelve a ser la de “El Capea – Carmen Lorenzo” y las reses de la novillada volverán a ser de la ganadería navarra de “Pincha”.

MIURA de Lora del Río, Sevilla

VICTORIANO DEL RÍO de Guadalix de la Sierra, Madrid.

Hros. de D. JOSÉ CEBADA GAGO de Medina Sidonia, Cádiz.

JANDILLA de Mérida, Badajoz.

PUERTO DE SAN LORENZO de Tamames, Salamanca.

JOSÉ ESCOLAR GIL de Lanzahíta, Ávila.

NÚÑEZ DEL CUVILLO de Vejer de la Frontera, Cádiz.

LA PALMOSILLA de Tarifa, Cádiz.

EL CAPEA-CARMEN LORENZO de San Pelayo de la Guareña, Salamanca (rejones).

GANADERÍA DE PINCHA de Lodosa, Navarra (novillada).

The Selfie that might have cost a life in the Running of the Bulls

Eneko Morán has been taking photos of the Running of the Bulls for the past three years. This year, with the customary tension and nervousness of the first Bullrun, was added the inconvenience of having to protect his equipment from a downpour of rain, just an hour before the running of the bulls began. In spite of everything he got himself into position on the fencing and he began to shoot his camera as soon as the bullrun got underway.  And he has managed to get a pretty awesome series of photos. When he began to check his photos after the event finished, he noticed that he had captured what he thought was a knockdown made by one of the El Puerto bulls. However, when he got back to the office of, we were able to confirm that the runner who was caught by the bull had been looking at his cell phone with both hands, as if he were taking a Selfie on the stretch of the course. A reckless action that could easily have cost him his life.  .

As can be seen in the first of the images, the runner is totally unaware of the approaching bull and is focused on his cell phone. The succeeding image shows the bull catching the unsuspecting runner. (Image from Eneko Morán)

The whole sequence of photos shows exactly what happened. And it should be remembered that a Town Hall statute specifically states that all cell phones and cameras are banned from use inside the whole length of the course of the Running of the Bulls.