Well, I just got back from being only ten meters away from a wild bull in a coliseum-like stadium with about 150 or more other guys in the ring. It was a thrilling experience. To look over one's shoulder while running to see a bull heading in your direction is a sure way to get your heart pounding.
At about 8:30pm, I went alone to the Parque Central to watch the end of a cultural event: a group of children playing traditional music. I figured I would stay until the fireworks at the end of the evening at 9pm, before heading back to the home of los Briceno to call it a night. As a quick aside, I waited at the bus terminal for Ronald from a few minutes after 4pm until 4:45pm. As far as I know, he never showed up. And although I had my head on a swivel for the rest of the day, I didn't see him at all.
So, to fast-forward, it was nearly 9pm when I felt a tap on my back. To my surprise, it was actually Tony, the Canadian, along with another guy named Eric. A few minutes later, an American named Nate and a Swiss girl named Raquel came by. I suggested we all go to see the bulls. Shortly after we got there, Tony and I got into the ring. We were in there for over an hour as far as I can guess. As I said, it was absolutely amazing.
The earlier part of the day was dull in comparison. Besides stopping by the internet cafe for a few minutes to help Cristina open an attachment to an email, the only interesting event was observing the afternoon corrida de toros.
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