“7 High”

Recollections of a Combat Defense Squadron “Ramp Rat”

Chapter 9.8

“San Fermin”

The road to San Fermines was back to Barcelona to meet Doug.

 

Page reconstruction underway 01/11/2015

What in the world is going on at the rear of that cat?

Notice Doug's shoes.  What do you call them?  I would learn to hate them over the next few weeks.

Excellent shutter painting, address unknown.

***photos of burger place

Story about Flarty's underground tour

The bike rental stand.

Doug getting a bite on that awful hat

Visit to Pan Am's

Story about around the world telephone call

We took the AVE to Zaragoza, another on-time arrival.

AVE Service

 

AVE Speed 301 kilometers = 187 miles per hour.

 

Doug meets Pepe Coso

 

Pepe does Doug.

 

Pepe and Steve habla Queso...say "Cheese!"

 

At the Texas Bar in the Tubos

***stories about Pepe showing us around

Tubos photos

Burlesque Show

Lobster Paella at Pepe's

 

Before

 

After

We were chased out of a department store because of that shirt.

 

I was sick and missed the fire guns.

 

Temporary bridge across Rio Ebro

 

Out for our Paseo

 

Time to head for Pamplona

***Bus Ride

They had taken the seats off the toilets at the bus station.

 

Pretty Lady puking up suprisingly huge meal of shrimp paella while her boyfriend holds her hair.

The smells of vomit/urine/whatever on Estafa street was huge

The street was hosed down each morning before the run.  By noon in the hot sun, you could smell yesterday and today.

Here is my little video clip:  https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=ZNisgJNv6w4

If you search for San Fermin, you will find a multitude.+

 

The "I Heart SF" t-shirts convinced me there were a lot of folks here from San Francisco.

 

 

 

What a wonderful statue.  So detailed.

 

 

We walked out a ways so Doug could appreciate the old entrance to the city on the Camino de Santiago.

Through a shady park.

With a fancy electronic shitter that required a sentry. 

Pilgrim taking a little fountain bath here.

 

Between the walls it was scorching hot, and almost deserted.

 

We did meet some bare breasted young ladies, but not quick enough with the camera.

 

The gated entrance providing a little shade.

 

City Hall

***needs night photos

 

Just outside the Plaza de Torros.  Check out the drunk climbing the traffic signal.

The ever present black entrepreneur selling plastic crap.

The price for one of the seats on the rail is many hours of butt on rail.

Staying up all night isn't as much fun as it used to be.  Gritty eyes, poor attitude.

 

 

 

 

We convinced ourselves it would be a good idea to return to Zaragoza.

 

Doug "Having it His Way", with a Burger King cerveza.

I would never go there at home, but in Zaragoza the Whopper was a staple.

 

https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Santiago_de_Compostela_derailment#Investigation