Reminds me of this oldie but goodie:Most people think of Spain when it comes to bull-related craziness (and cruelty), but it's an equally big deal in Mexico and several South American countries.
Since villages and smaller towns have no hard-sided streets to hold the Macho on Display competition for idiots and drunks, they do it in arenas. Turn the bull loose in it, and guys jump in from the bleachers, criss-crossing and dodging and teasing the bull, with an occasional Super Idiot even diving OVER it, rolling into a sprint when he lands on the other side.
Oh yeah. The type of fighting bull common to the region is both smaller and faster than the European one, and has wider and sharper---much sharper---horns. They also have a nastier disposition. (Or maybe their speed just makes them look meaner)
Result? When the bull wins there, it's not just a bash-around and scramble into the nearest open door like the OP's video, but often ends up with the human not looking very much LIKE a human, but, rather, red-liquid-covered goopy piles and chunks of stuff loosely attached to white sticks poking out at odd angles.
In short, if you feel compelled to do the Pamplona run some day, there's no need to fly or take a long vacation (if you live in the US) to have even more fun.
Reminds me of this oldie but goodie:
A man from the US is vacationing in Mexico, and spends his day roaming around, taking in the sights. In the evening he goes to a fancy restaurant for dinner.
As he sits there sipping his margarita, he notices that the couple at the next table being served a beautifully garnished dish with two gigantic meatballs in the middle.
When the waiter comes to his table, the man asks about the meatballs. The waiter tells him, “Ah, Señor, you have excellent taste! Those are called Cojones de Toro, bull’s testicles from the bull fight this afternoon. A real delicacy!”
The American say, “Well, what the heck, bring me an order.”
The waiter replies, “I am so sorry, Señor. There is only one serving a day because there is only one bull fight a day. If you come early tomorrow and place your order, we will be sure to save you this delicacy.”
The next morning, the man returns, places his order, and that evening the waiter serves him the one and only special delicacy of the day.
After a few bites, he calls to the waiter and says, “These are delicious, but they are much, much smaller than the ones I saw you serve yesterday.”
The waiter shrugs and replies, “Si, Señor, sometimes the bull wins.”