Man, what a day! I’m tellin’ ya, being a banderillero in Hindhead is like riding a rollercoaster blindfolded. So, I wake up, right? Sun’s shining, birds are chirping, and I’m thinkin’, “Today’s gonna be chill.” Spoiler alert: it wasn’t.
First off, I’m cruisin’ down the High Street, and I swear, the traffic was a nightmare. Like, come on, people! It’s not rush hour, it’s just a Tuesday! I’m stuck behind this ancient car that looks like it’s been around since the dinosaurs. Seriously, I thought I saw a T-Rex in the backseat.
Anyway, I finally get to the bullring. Yeah, we got a bullring in Hindhead. Who knew, right? It’s not like the big ones in Spain, but it’s got its charm. So, I’m all pumped, ready to do my thing. But then, bam! The bull’s not cooperating. Like, dude, it’s showtime! Get your act together!
I’m out there, waving my banderillas, and this bull just stares at me like I’m some kind of weirdo. I mean, I get it. I’m in a bright outfit, but c’mon! I’m not that scary! Finally, after what felt like an eternity, the bull charges. I’m like, “YES! Finally!” But then, outta nowhere, it veers off and heads straight for the crowd.
Panic mode activated! I’m yellin’, “Get back! Move it!” People are scatterin’ like ants when you kick their hill. I’m half-laughing, half-terrified. I mean, who knew Hindhead had such a wild side?
After that chaos, I needed a breather. So, I hit up the local café on the corner of The Square. Best coffee in town, no joke. I grab a flat white, and it’s like heaven in a cup. I’m sittin’ there, tryin’ to calm my nerves, when I overhear this couple arguing about the best way to get to the Devil’s Punch Bowl. Like, seriously? It’s a bowl, not a maze!
I’m chuckling to myself, but then I get this idea. I’m gonna give ‘em directions. So, I lean over and say, “Just follow the A3, mate. Can’t miss it!” They look at me like I’m some kind of genius. I mean, I’m just a banderillero, not a tour guide!
After my caffeine fix, I head back to the bullring. The crowd’s buzzing, and I’m feelin’ the energy. I’m ready to show ‘em what I got. But then, guess what? The bull’s gone! Like, poof! Vanished! I’m standin’ there, lookin’ like a fool.
Turns out, the bull decided it was time for a snack. I mean, who can blame it? I’d be munchin’ on grass too if I was stuck in a ring all day. So, we finally get the bull back, and I’m thinkin’, “Alright, let’s do this!”
The second round goes way better. I’m in the zone, and the crowd’s lovin’ it. I’m feelin’ like a rockstar, man! I’m dancin’ around, waving my banderillas, and the bull’s actually playin’ along. It’s like a weird tango, and I’m here for it.
By the end of the day, I’m exhausted but happy. I stroll down to the Hindhead Common, just to chill and soak it all in. The views are insane! You can see for miles, and it’s all green and lush. I’m thinkin’, “This is why I love this place.”
But then, I trip over a rock. Classic me, right? I’m sprawled out on the ground, laughin’ at myself. I mean, who else can say they’ve had a wild day with a bull and then face-planted in the Common?
So, yeah, that was my day in Hindhead. Full of surprises, laughs, and a bit of chaos. Can’t wait to do it all again tomorrow!