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The entire country was migrating north, filling trains and buses to capacity and leaving many with no choice but to hitchhike to Pamplona, a normally quiet town at the base of the Pyrenees that erupts in chaos each July. The town welcomes the madness of thousands into its narrow cobblestone streets and spacious squares for one week, hosting the San Fermines Festival. Wine flows in tiny rivers throughout the city, thunderous chanting and singing echoes from the buildings, and adrenaline-crazed men think it wise to run with horned beasts, swatting them with rolled up papers.
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