Bull Dozin'

BULL FIGHTS YEAH! 

One of the most awesome things here is the entertainment. Today, I got to go to a real live bull-fight. There are some major perks to being in a 3rd world country. My favorite perk by far is the lack of rules. I'm honestly a rebel at heart. If there is a sign that says, "Don't walk on grass," then I will be that one person who's walking on the grass. Well, anyone could go wherever they wanted to inside of the bull-fighting arena. He he he. And there were no fences. Living life on the wild side.

So, each bull has a ring in it's nose. The owner of the bull puts a hook attached to a long stick in the ring. It's really a perfect way to piss the bull off before setting it loose to fight. I mean, really? You tell me... wouldn't you be pretty angry if someone was pulling you around by a ring attached to your nose? Most likely.

Anyways! Next, they pull the bulls into the arena. People were scattered all across the slopes of the mountains surrounding the arena. So exciting! All eyes on the bulls. They put the bulls close to each other and then... crack, crack, crack! The sound of horns clashing with horns! Pretty cool. And all the people are so excited. Oooohs and Ahhhhs. The first bull to chicken out, get scared, get hurt, and run away for some reason is the loser. There were some pretty short fights, but the coolest one lasted for like 16 plus minutes. Head to head action!

Clarification: when I say arena, I mean a huge dust bowl cut into a valley between two mountains.

One of my favorite moments of the day:
One of the bulls got hurt and freaked out. It ran out of the dusty pit and up the side of the mountain where the crowd was!!!!! People were running, screaming, and jumping. I now know why they coined the term "a bull in a china shop." HA!

Luckily, I was on the opposite side of the mountain. Tee hee hee.