(Guest post by Liam; photos by Dylan)
At first I was thinking that a bull fight might be a little gruesome, watching a bull get massacred in front of tons of of cheering Spaniards. And that is the reality, although you are quickly drawn into the excitement as the bull is tricked by the matador and he plunges sharp prongs into his back.
We got to the bull fighting stadium and it was much more formidable and regal than I thought it would be. We bought our tickets (5 euro) in the sambra (shade) section, and were very close to the fight. Jet-lagged and tired, the bull coming out, on to the stadium pitch, quickly got me out of my seat shouting "Ole!". It started out with about 6 matadors jeering and taunting the bull, getting him to run at them. Then the matadors took turns jabbing prongs into the back of the bull, weakening it. Then it was a solo fight between one matador and the bull. Playing with it for a while, the matador would trick the bull through his red cape. After that, he would take a sword and sink it into the back of the bull causing it to go into a rage. The other matadors would come out and wear it down. The bull, after falling on the ground, would then get impaled by a dagger through the head, killing it. Everyone would jump out of their seats screaming and the next fight would begin.
It was muy excellente.
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