Saturday, February 14, 2009

Bullfights, Medellin

At 7am when I arrived after my long bus ride, I entered the hostel filled with hundreds (Im pretty positive it was hundreds) of beer bottles and a group of guys still drinking!! When I came back to Casa Kiwi in Medellin, I was so happy to see that Michael and Jodi were still there. I saw Michael still drinking and I instantly started blurting out English to him because I was soo happy to finally speak English after 3 entire days of only speaking Spanish. I knew Goobs was still there and we were all planning on going to the bullfights.

I knew the bullfights would involve torturing the bull. But I thought it was more tormenting, and not KILLING. I seriously had no idea that they kill the bull at the end of the fight. Had I known, Im not sure if I would have paid 30,000 pesos (15USD) to see it. It definitely was my first and last bullfight. I think. BUT, I do realize that it was a cultural experience. When I get home, I plan on wikipeding these bullfights to find out more, because half of the time I was so confused. After one bullfight, they were all the same, and I became bored because I just wasnt that interested in watching the bull die. Although, I found myself wanting to watch just to see if the guy would get his ass beat. I didnt want anyone to die...I just wanted to see them squirm, lol. And the last fight, a bull nearly got the bullfighter and the crowd was on its toes. But of course, all his friends came out to help him and distract the bull. So machismo to try and conquer this bull who fights alone with no weapons, and yet you have your buddies waiting to help you out. Its definitely an unfair fight.

And they gave us flowers to throw at the bullfighter, but I thought it was much more amusing to the throw them at the heads of people in the lower section. haha.

The after party....well, lets just say that it was only sponsored by rum. There were no cervezas to be found. So rum and coke it was...for everyone. And I ate pigs ears...which is good meat, but really weird when you know what you are eating because you have to spit out the cartilidge. Basically they just served pork fat. Pork fat and rum. and rum. and rum. and rum....

1 comment:

Anonymous said...

Well, I'll have to take you to a bloodless bullfight, right here near Turlock. They don't kill the bulls, it's more just fun entertainment. It is the Portuguese traditional way of bullfighting.
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