The last stop, the Pyreneean town of Pamplona, is home to the most devastating game, the Running of the Bulls.

Bullfighting can only be forced by one person, and bullrunning, hehehe......

"Boss, are you sure?" Xia Long looked at the white T-shirt and pants prepared by the hotel very hesitantly, and even the red scarf and belt, and suggested: "This is too dangerous, why don't we find a high place to take a look?"

Johnson waved his hand, changed his clothes seriously, came to the window, pointed to the steady stream of people coming from all directions, and said with a smile: "Have you heard a word?"

"The most dangerous place is the safest place!"

People from all over the world wear white pants and red belts to express their willingness to participate. All the streets are surrounded by red, which looks like a red sea from afar, which makes people adrenaline rush.

When everyone came to the ancient city square, it was really crowded with people, shoulder to shoulder. Everyone looked at the town hall building, waiting for the government representatives to light firecrackers, and then held aloft red scarves and shouted the classic words: Long live Pamplona, San Fermín!

Suddenly, countless red wine fell from the sky, and everything in the square instantly turned pink, and the clothes, shoes, sweat droplets on the forehead, and excited smiles seemed to be dyed pink with pleasure in the air......

This city that has been quiet for a year is like a field that craves rain, and now, this alcohol is like rain into the meridians of the city. The broken paper thrown by someone in the building is like colorful butterflies and brave dragonflies flying overhead......

Suddenly someone starts climbing up to the Navarreria fountain, spreading their arms, as if standing on the stage of a rock concert, jumping into the hope that someone below will catch them?

Looking at Johnson's frightened heart, you really dare to play with your life!

Before the start of the event, everyone prayed to St. Fermín for protection from harm in the bull run. At eight o'clock, an old man lit firecrackers in the square to announce the start of the bull running activity.

The barn releases six ferocious bulls at once, which appear during the afternoon bullfights. The angry bull runs on the 820-meter-long bluestone old street to the bullring.

The crowd was in an uproar, and many people had newspapers in their hands, rolled up and hit the bulls on the backs. Some cow eyes were even smeared with chili peppers, and hatred was pulled to the point of bursting. The balconies on both sides were also crowded with people, and the screams of joy were deafening.

I have never seen such a shocking scene, even if I am from the most populous country, there are more than 1.5 million people in front of me, and I almost squeezed the town to explode.

Originally, I thought of getting in and paddling and asking Alice to take a picture and pretend to be forced, but it turned out that not to mention cows, even fucking people couldn't squeeze.

Two layers of wooden fences are erected on both sides of the bull running route, and only reporters can go to the front row to take pictures, and rent a local private balcony if they find out, which is an absolute feng shui treasure.

It's late now, it's all people. The balcony can not only overlook the entire bull running route, feel the excitement and pleasure of the chase up close, but also separate the running crowd to avoid accidents.

Stay safe and have fun while recording every moment!

For so many years, the route has been more than 800 meters lightning-shaped, and few people will run the whole distance. Each bullrunner chooses only a small portion to complete.

There are too many people, and they can't be squeezed at all, so in the end they can only give up, and simply chat with a local and ask for the inside story.

I heard that these seemingly bulky guys can run at speeds of up to 24 kilometers per hour and 6.6 meters per second. The whole journey lasted about three or four minutes, and after the first six had finished, the barn would release two more batches of less robust cattle, the first batch of 11 and the second batch of 3, and the enemy army would arrive at the scene in a few minutes.

Suddenly, a man ran over panting, his face was full of excitement, I heard that this guy runs more than 100 meters from the first corner every year. Ask him why he chose this part, because his father has been running this part for 30 years, and his father's father has also run this part, and now it's his turn......

Can you pass on your life to your children and grandchildren?

Ask him if he's scared?

The other party pretended to be proud and said: I want to feel fear!

Because fear made him feel like he existed, he could feel part of the city. At first, his legs trembled when he saw the cow running towards him, but when he overcame his fear, he felt an unparalleled sense of accomplishment, just like his father and his grandfather had done.

Johnson gave a thumbs up and turned to leave.

In fact, safety comes first, and there are many rules, such as not being allowed to run the bull while drunk, not wearing slippers, not bringing mobile phones and cameras, and not allowing children to be brought on the route. If the police see you violating the rules, take you away.

Every year, people are injured, and there is an ambulance next to them, and no matter how clever a doctor is, he can't stop someone from dying, right?

The end point is the bullring, where there will be some calves with horns, and everyone can fight the calves, spin, jump, and run with their eyes closed. Don't look at this country, like to play with cows, when you have a lot of respect for them in your bones.

If the cattle herder sees you beating the cow, pulling the cow's tail, or pulling its horns, they will unceremoniously slap it directly. If you dare to be unkind to the calf, the local residents will be unkind to you.

The rest is to drink and dance, all kinds of snapping, after the stimulation of the bull, those hormones that have nowhere to put them, rushing ducks!

Personal contact found that the Spaniards are enthusiastic, honest and optimistic, unrestrained and practical. There is a big difference between the British and the Germans, the Germans, the Swedish alienation, and the Japanese.

Even on the streets, even if you meet a local for the first time, you will talk to you like an old friend. Always grinning silly, unhappy and scolding directly, and continuing to hook shoulders when the job is finished.

They never hide their shortcomings, and they say what they should say. Their laziness can drag on for two minutes, and definitely not for a minute. Three minutes late can be allowed, and absolutely no two minutes late.

The open-air bar is always full, everyone has a glass of wine, a tapas, a chat and a good afternoon.

Breakfast is 9 o'clock, lunch is 2 o'clock, and dinner is 8 o'clock. All the restaurants don't open until 8 o'clock at night, and some people don't eat until 10 o'clock, and there is still nightlife.

All kinds of lateness, as if the country's clock is slower than others'. No wonder Germany doesn't like doing business with them the most, it's just annoying.

There are more than 200 festivals every year, and each region has its own program with a strong local color. In a word, it's just for hi!

Courage is most valuable here, beautiful women favor heroes, and Spanish wives who are eager for protection are in the mood for a big man who challenges in the arena or on the street, or a person who is quickly angry and retaliates against an insult, or a person who is triumphed by glory on the battlefield......

If the Chinese nation has the resilience of a vine, then the Spaniards have a vitality like a weed. The vines climb upward, and the weeds, year after year, although the wildfires are inexhaustible, they also enjoy the clear springs of the pine!