New Body Clocks

For our next event we headed to Pamplona for the legendary San Fermin or running of the bulls festival. There we meet up with Dibbo, his mate Hammo and an unexpected Canadian midget. We arrived by bus about 10 hours earlier than planned, meaning we had no accomodation for the first night. No probs though, we grabbed some cardboard boxes and set up camp in a nearby park, much to Lisa's disgust. With the running of the bulls occuring at the highly innapropriate time of 8am, the logical thing to do was to load up with buckets (literally) of wine and coke, known as calamacho(spelling?) and pull an all nighter....four days in a row. This of course lead to a completely out of whack body clock, and sleep was had wherever it could be found including parks, pubs, chairs, buses, floor and occassionally a bed.

A night out under the stars, sharing sleeping bags, and sleeping on cardboard along with all the park bums. How loverly.















Buldge and Mike getting cosy on the bus. And all but buldge and I asleep in the pub.