Should I or should I not blog about bullfighting?
I had been mulling this question over the weekend but decided to just go ahead. Suanne and I had no idea how bloody this sport is until we actually saw it. So, a word of caution before you proceed reading this post. Some of the pictures are graphic.
We went to the bullfight event on the night of the second day in Seville. The event started at 10PM and stretches until past midnight. The seats are numbered and so we just arrived about 15 minutes before the show.
I noticed that people do dress up for bullfights. I hardly see anyone in shorts or T-shirts. We were kind of under-dressed because we were in Ts and jeans!
We were kind of lost and thought we should just enter by one of the many side entrances. The people at the side entrance took a look at our tickets and pointed us to the grand entrance. He he he … we had choice seats and so we get to enter through the grand entrance.
We love our seat. It was just on the second row and just under the main box. We rented a couple of cushions for an euro each. The cushion sure was useful because otherwise we will be sitting on hard concrete for two hours.
The bad thing is that we were sitting just above a couple of chain smokers. Suanne was quite mad with them. But for me it was perfect spot for photos. I handily brought along the 70-200mm lens along with a 1.6x extender. I had a great time taking pictures.
The arena was not full at all. After all, it was off season. I still do not know why there is an event planned. Maybe it is for tourists? *shrugs*
The night started announced with trumpets …
… followed by a parade of the matadors.
Matadors warming up.
The bull was excited as they charged through the gate when it is opened.
Each night, there will be three matadors who will fight six bulls. Yeah … we learned from the Bullfight Museum tour that these bulls are born and bred for this one night.
If you ask me, it is a one side fight. The whole sequence are made to weaken the bull gradually …
… until the time when the matador pulls out his sword for the kill.
The objective is to plunge the sword through the shoulder blades of the bull into the heart. Killing the bull is not instant, sad to say.
It is a brutal sport.
The matador who manages to kill the bull with a single thrust of the sword will be cheered. The pictures above is the sequences of a matador who did such a bad job it was painful to watch. It took him seven attempts. It was painful to watch and the crowd moaned.
In the next few posts, I will write more about bullfighting and also a shocking accident when a matador was gored right in front of everyone. But I will sort of password it so that no one will accidentally look at the pictures. The password is iagree.