A few hours of good sun and the clouds start to roll in. About this time people are beginning to get ready to go out in Pamplona. The night after the first bull run theres a huge party in the city of pamplona. My white shirt is stained and reeks of old sangria and champagne so I opt to not wear a shirt because I don't want to sacrifice any of my clothes. My white pants and red sash is the out fit chosen for the "Pamps" party.
We fule up on some food and beer in the bar and everyone starts heading to the bus. I gathered all the campers together for one great group photo as the all screamed "VIVA LA PAMPLONA!" It was an amazing snapshot. We load on the bus and head into Pamplona for a well anticipated evening. Getting to the city we begin our walk around and the expected time to be back at the bus is 11:30.
On this evening all the campers got a great taste of the Taylor Gandy you all know and love back home. One thing I've learned about traveling and meeting new people is that you learn and you teach in any and all opportunities. This evening I taught. I taught the Bernie and I taught Jumanji. Hopefully most of you have watched the Bernie link in my "Day 8" post so I don't have to explain it. But for those who don't know "Jumanji" its sort of like an expression of a good time. Some friends and I came up with it a few years ago. When one is in an environment of excitement and good times the word "Jumanji" is then yelled. It would be like asking out loud "Who's having a good time?!" but summed up in one word thats easy to yell anywhere. When one hears the word "Jumanji" they are to bring their hands to their shoulders, then throw them in the air, yelling "OOO-OOOOH!" (Sort of like Amy Polar does, sitting on the exercise ball in the movie "Baby Mama")
Everyone took on to it like a fat kid on a piece of German chocolate cake. There was Bernieing and Jumanji on every street we walked on. A parade with another with another drum line came down the street so we all Bernied around them. Another game we had been playing was a game called "Mine". (a game of the Aussies) If you say the word "mine" you have to drop down and do ten push ups. I ended up doing about 60 push ups through out the night.
The time was nearing 11:30 so everyone made their way back to the bus parking garage. About ten or eleven campers and myself decide to stay behind and keep the party going all night in Pamplona. The group consisted of Lynzy, LeeAnn, Allison (the Fort Worth nurses), about five Aussies and a few Brits. As the bus, full of the rest of the campers, drove away we bid them fair well with a Bernie in their honor! The bus exits the garage and we all look at each other like, "What the hell did we just get ourselves into!?!?"
We all return to the streets of Pamplona and get some sandwiches and more alcohol. We stumble across a huge Spanish rock concert. Immediately we run to the front of the stage and start rocking out. We have no idea what the singer is saying but that doesn't stop us from having a blast. While taking photos all these random Spaniards keep jumping in them or they just keep wanting to take photos with us. The concert ends and we find this cool water fountain to take more pictures in front of.
After the concert we follow the crowds to the park where theres a huge fireworks display. It was a great spectacle. We all celebrated with the passing around of a champaign bottle.
The whole night was us going up and down every street we came across and going into every Spanish disco we could find. During my time in Pamplona I discovered a new and now favored drink. Cognac and chocolate milk. D.E.L.I.C.I.O.U.S. LeeAnn gets one of these concoctions and pours some down the crack of my ass. In my inebriated state I turn around, with a very stern look on my face, and tell her, "I love you........but I will never forgive you!" All they could do was burst out with laughter. It wasn't so funny by the time the night ended and my cheeks were more chaffed than the lips of a man who's been stranded in the desert for 2 weeks.
The night was nearing morn so we head back to the parking garage to sleep on the concrete floor and wait for everyone from the campsite to return at 6 am to do a second run with the bulls.
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