RunningWithBulls.com - The curse of Sanfermin

Sundays are normally quiet in my life. Get up, coffee, breakfast…and newspapers.

This morning was as normal (with a slight pain in my head after some nice red wine last night).

I went to my nephew’s third birthday in the afternoon and left at about 7ish.

As I was walking home across Cross Gunns bridge, I saw an old guy (he looked very very drunk) stagger/stumble walking alongside the canal. Thought nothing of it, continued on, and rang Belén. While I was talking to her I saw him stagger and this time go head over heels into the canal.

I don’t know why, but I ran across the street, and looked over the bridge and saw him turning over 2 or three times. I jumped onto the bridge, and took down the lifebouy, and ran to the edge.

By this time he was face down and not moving. I took everything out of my pockets, left it on the edge, and threw down the buoy, shouting all the time. I hit him on the back a number of time but he didn’t move. Finally I jumped in, and turned him. He was blue and his eyes were completely dilated.

I started EAR and he began to splutter. Here I was in the canal, after expecting to be at home by this time.

The fire brigade and ambulance from the Mater arrived. They fished the guy out on a body strap and into an ambulance. Then I got out and they put me in the other ambulance going to the Mater too.

Bizarre…here I am at home now. The guy is alive, and talking apparently.

And now I am wondering what the f*&k happened…I am not fully sure why I am writing this. I think its to try and figure out exactly what happened.

The most funny part of it all was, when I got to the hospital to ring Belén and my sister, I saw a message from Belén “Don’t do anything stupid. You are not to jump in the river. I am calling you now.”

Heh.

I don’t know.