An early start with another great hotel breakfast. We left Biarritz following Tims directions that came with a guarantee that you can't get lost. However after literally one road we were stuffed.
We stopped at a war graveyard for some pics on the way out which proved to us that France did actually have an army.
The roads soon got good with some fast sweeping bends and traffic that jumped out of our way.
A quick pit stop for food was needed and Mark had his best meal of the holiday, sausages and chips.
We then found a bike shop to finally fixed Steve's bike it turns out that the chain lube we'd been using was cleaner! We would have been better taping a Greggs sausage roll to our chain.
It was then time to hit the Pyrenees which were the best roads ever. Lots of swichbacks with stunning views but also quite dangerous as Tim and Steve nearly went into an oncoming truck.
Unfortunately it had to end and we rocked up into Pamplona for the party.
We felt a little out of place as we walked to the apartment in our leathers sweating our tits off while literally everyone else was wearing white and red. We soon got changed and felt like we were dressed for cricket.
Buffalo Bill led us on a tour of the bull run course and scared us with stories of people getting gored. But we felt well prepared for the big event the next day.
After a few beers the party was in full swing and Mark got his hair set on fire by a man dressed in a bull outfit that fired fireworks at people.
We tried to get to the fireworks and successfully fought our way through the 83 brass bands that were competing for our ears in the narrow streets. When we did get there it was the best fireworks show ever, loads of massive fireworks exploding around the buildings which deafened us. They do this every night so no wonder Spain is broke.
We had an early 1am finish as we had to be up at 6am for the run.
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