Like i said b4 in the PROvence post, we spent one glorious weekend down in the dirty dirty of France. While down there in the Camargue region, we were taught, ad nauseam, about their famous bulls. The region is known for its “toro sauvages”, which are free range bulls so to speak. They run around freely and are more gangly and scruffy then other bulls i have seen before in america and spain. A night of flamenco and bull stew (which meant a veggie meal of potato for me) rounded out day one of the trip. Wine flowing and spanish music rounding out a typical night in southern france. hmmm. if you are slightly confused, dont be alarmed, because i was just as confused. I was sitting in france, on a cultural visit, listening to flamenco and the macarena, and not knowing whether to speak spanish english or french to the lil band that was playing. Again, really weird stuff. But, after a couple bottles of wine for the table, some bull almost all around, it was a great night. The morning started off cold and windy, as we caught one of the 55 cold days in the region according to our host at the ranch, a nice weathered cowgirl who owned the place. While rollin hard on our tractor we were able to see where the toros roamed at the ranch Mas lou Rayas and how the cowkids (PC for cowboys and cowgirls) managed to heard these wild bulls. It was pretty interesting to see how they used one real OG bull with a bell to calm everyone down and serve as a leader for the others. But, ad nauseam does mean we had a little too much bull then we liked, as we were served stew again for lunch. Which also meant that i had a plate of rice for lunch, and more wine. But hey, isnt that wat school trips are abt, wine on an empty stomach
The aforementioned famous horses of the region are so wild and pack such a kick that the cowkids have to have a reinforced harness to keep them strapped on. like the trojan man said, stay strapped at all time for you protection.
