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  • Pamplona by williamstown
    The name alone brings visions of running bulls and crazy young men running with them, down narrow cobbled street.
    My memories of Pamplona are womewhat different. Driving from Gibraltar to the U.K. took us right across Spain and France. Pamplona in Northern Spain seemed a modern, high rise town with wide, tree lined boulevards. Not a bull in sight.
    We were held up however at a road junction by the passing of a cycle race. By the time all the strung out riders and their serving cars with spare wheels and bikes had passed, some twenty five minutes had elapsed. Time was not important fortunately as we were not on a tight schedule. Just stop for the night at any town that appeared interesting.
    This loose schedule proved to be fortunate.
    Eventually the traffic police allowed us to proceed.
    At the very next junction we were held up again.....
    by a cycle race! Travelling in the opposite direction this time.
    Just a normal Sunday morning activity in Pamplona.