And so the journey begins....

Back to spain and this time lugging an extra 15kgs of gear. Doing a couple of girls a favour to get them out of a bind. Ended up arriving into the port of Tarifa instead of Algercias. Tarifa is a fantastic little place, it has great beaches and the town has a real surfie feel about it. I got a ride from a couple of guys I met on the train ride from Marrakesh to Algrecias as it has the nearest train station. Well I had completely forgotten about the 2 hour time difference between Morocco and Spain. So the one and half hours I thought I had up by sleeve to catch to train ended up being 30 mins too late. The next train didn't leave till later that afternoon, which meant arriving into Seville late at night. Lucky for me Spain is a late nighters paradise. I spent a couple of nights here. Seville is a nice place to visit it sort has a bit of a madrid feel about it, but with more to see. From Seville I headed to Pampalona. I was going to make my way over to Portugal but a friend I had met in Morocco was going to Pampalona and it all sounded too exciting to miss. Pampalona during the festival is quite frankly INSANE!!! The opening ceromony lasts for about 10 minuted, but everyone is gathered in the town square for about 2 or more hours before hand dancing, chanting, food fighting with eggs, flour, tomato sauce and mustard. And then they start spraying sangria and champagne around. After that the party starts! And it doesn't stop at all. Every street and every bar has people in it drinking, dancing, eating, and eventually for the ones that can't handle the way Spainards party are passed out in parks, on benches, and on footpaths across the city. There is tonnes of rubbish every morning that the poor city cleaners clean up every day and then the next day it is all back again. For the running of the bulls I had scored myself a balcony. I had a great view of the main straight and where they turn to go into the arena. One bull fell down just near us and didn't get up for ages. The runners were jeering at it to get up. And when it did, there was a great surge of people trying in vain to back up. The bull had gotten up and was now facing the runners, there was one guy that was hanging on to its tail to try and turn it around. Lucky for the runners it did and the race was back on. A couple of people got injured in the run, a kiwi and an american. Just when you think that is all over. There is more. In the arena they keep all the runners locked in and then they let one bull out at a time to have a go at the trapped like rats runners. And when they think it can't get any more dangerous they let out a steer as well. So now 2 beasts are running around trying to gore some poor soul. This goes on for about 20 minutes. After that guess what everyone goes back to bar from where they crawled from for the run. That night I stayed to watch the fire works. Well I thought I had seen fireworks before, but this was like nothing I had ever seen before. It went on for about 25 minutes or more, and it was like they had just thrown a match into a bulk storage shed of fire works. There were so many and all types, even ones that I hadn't ever seen before. You could feel the procusional boom from some of the fireworks as they went off. It was amazing and they had a show like that every night for the whole feastival, 9 nights. After a couple of days of madness I had had enough. I headed to Bilbao for a couple of days before heading to France. Well Bilbao was almost deserted, there was barely anyone around, especially after the thousands upon thousands of people that were in Pampalona anything else felt like a ghost town. From here I am heading back to France to see my cousins.