People everywhere, trash all on the streets, fighting for seats or standing room, and those wanting to actually run were looking for the place to line up. Behind the second fence, it was going to be a pretty poor view. So after it started and even the police were watching the reckless people running up the street with a panic look on their faces, I crawled through the fence and climbed up onto the front one. I had two cameras on me and there was no way I was going to let this go by without getting some photographs. I straddled the fence behind another photographer wearing a press pass and began to snap away.
Bulls run in herds and follow the path of the six steers which they let go first.
The risk of being gored or trampled occurs when one bull is separated from the herd, and this is the danger that draws people to this test of manhood or womanhood. The whole thing only lasts about 3 minutes, so if you had to take a bathroom break, you would have missed it. Any protection is better than none I guess. The crowd is cheering and toasting and waving flags from their apartment balconies. This was the celebration of San Fermin.