We all crave that sweet serendipity of being in the right place at the right time: When the Northern Lights are most likely to dance; when that sleepy scruff-bucket town transforms for its once-a-year fabulous fiesta; or, when a mass mob of whales gathers at the nearby reef.
Provoking innocent animals just to get a buzz from their distress isn't a sport. As an avid lover of the outdoors, I'm all about taking risks and grabbing life "by the horns," so to speak. People are welcome to participate in "extreme" sports as long as they leave the animals out of it.
Worse, my red and white leather running shoes were ruined; caked in mud and scuffed from toe to heel. I cursed aloud, " No shirt, no shoes, no proof -- who's going to believe me when I talk about this death-defying adventure?
I went to Pamplona because of Ernest Hemingway. Almost everyone who has ever read The Sun Also Rises has dreamed of Bret Ashley, the lost generation, and the encierro. It was sort of a test to an untested life.