Here are some photos from my trip to Pamplona two weeks ago, where I ran with the bulls...the festival of San Fermines runs for an entire week, with the running of the bulls occuring every morning at 8am.

We arrived in Pamplona around 2am, after a 4 hour bus ride...as you can see, the party had been started LONG before we arrived.

The streets of the city were packed with people, literally, everywhere you looked you'd see people dressed up in the same costume, white pants & shirts, red sash, and a red scarf around the neck.

Some people from the group that I went with. As you can see from the daylight starting to come up in the background, we partied well through the night and into the morning.

Around 6:30am, I left the group so I could make may way over to the route of the run. Take a look at all the trash on the ground, the city was full of trash and broken glass after a night of partying.

Here's part of the route, the bulls actually run in between the wooden fences that some people are sitting on.

I decided to wait for the run in the Town Hall plaza, shown above. The plaza was full of people, packed in like sardines waiting for the bulls to come. I waited here for about an hour, nervous as hell wondering what the hell I was doing there.

I met a Canadian named Devin, whose birthday it was. Since it was his first time also, we decided to stick together during the run, since we were both equally scared for our lives.

Everyone's getting psyched up, the run's about to start!

Here are all the drunkards running as the bulls approach...unfortunately, I was too worried about the bulls to get any pictures of them.
Basically what we did was we started to run, and then after about 200-300 meters, we pulled over and hid on the side of one of the walls lining the route. After about a minute or so, 6 massive bulls came speeding by, paying no ttention to us scared foreigners hiding.
And after that, it was over...it all went by pretty quickly, I think the toughest part was the anticipation and nervousness associated with the long wait. Overall, the actual run part was pretty anticlimactic, since the bulls run so fast and they finish the route in about 2 to 3 minutes.
We decided to celebrate being alive by enjoying a few (read: many) beers, after that, we headed back for the LONG drive back to Northern Spain...I promptly fell asleep and didn't wake up for 16 hours, as I was still recovering from my jetlag.