The story and footage of the bull jumping into the crowd in Mexico City's bullring sent me back to Chris's pictures of visits to Pamplona's fiesta.Chris is behind the camera on this one, but Sean and I could well be in the melee. We must have been as mad as hops.
I remember the first time that we ran with the bulls we didn't have a clue what we were doing. We joined the throng that seemed to be awaiting the release and wormed our way through. When we got to the edge Sean creased his brow, pointed down the empty road and asked aloud, "what if the bulls come from that direction?" We insinuated our way back to the centre of the crowd and awaited our fate.
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