After our visit to Madrid, my girlfriend and I went to Bilbao for the Aste Nagusia festival. During our first day, we came across some sort of event that turned out to be the daily bullfight. We had never been to a bullfight before, but figured now that we had the opportunity we should give a try.

We got tickets for the “sunny side”, which meant we would be really hot during the fight. We did not know the rules and procedures, but luckily the guy next to us spoke English and was able to explain a lot during the fights.

When the first bull died, we were not sure if we wanted to see all six (!) fights with each a fatal end. However, there were some excellent toreros who really put up a great show, and we slowly started to appreciate the art of bullfighting.

Does this mean we are now advocates of bullfighting? Not quite, but it sure was an impressive experience.

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This bull did not want to charge, so the matador sat down on his knees in order to taunt him. When the bull eventually did charge, he did not stand up but remained on his knees!

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