In 1995 I took a European holiday by myself, firstly to go to my niece Sharon's wedding but mostly to have a break from Melbourne and all the horrible stuff going on in my life. I decided to go to the Running of The Bulls in Pamplona (or the Festival of San.Fermin as it's really called). I took a bus tour with a bunch of young Turks, although at the time I was still a few years over the under 35 ruling(but I wasn't the oldest)
We stayed in a small town about 30 minutes from where the Running takes place. The running starts very early in the morning and I knew there was no way I could enjoy the nights and then get up a 6 am and be able to be chased by massive bulls. But every morning I went! But didn't run!
There was always people trying to get their tapes played on the bus sound system. The first morning I got mine on and it started with this song.
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