la tomatina BUNOL-SPAIN
ok tomatina was crazy. i can honestly say i’ve done it and don’t ever want to do it again. a good group of us went by bus, then local train to bunol to partake in the festivities.
the event starts when someone is able to climb a pole that is traditionally greased (now with soap) and reaches the jam at the top. well we watched people climb over each other in a hot, packed street for almost 2 hours and no one ended up reaching it. but the horn sounded and the festival started anyway. the water hoses started spraying the crowd and we eagerly waited for the trucks.
oh my god if i were claustrophobic i woulda died. when the tomato trucks come, it pushes everyone against the walls as people have to part and make way for it. i’ve been squished in mosh pits. that’s fine. but being not able to move as rotten tomatoes get chucked your way is not nice. i tried hiding behind the tall lads but pinche paul kept grabbing them off the ground and attacking all of us with them. i don’t remember how many trucks passed but by the end i was over it. everything from wet clothing, shoes, to food was being thrown across the crowd by this time and it was turning into a war zone. no thank you. people were gathering running rotten tomato water off the street and dumping them on passerbys as well.
the showers that were supposed to exist were urban legends as we all got separated and people were begging neighbors to hose them down. lucky for us some kind old man dumped water over us form his balcony. still, at the end of the day, we all had crusty tomato stuck in random places and smelled awful. we caught the first bus back to barcelona and itched for a week after.
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