So it was back to work on Monday. I finished off measuring the lithics I had in the lab from our last trip to the field, and crushed and separated the crystals from 2 more samples. I think I'm done now with this part, so when I get back to Leeds I have to sit at a binocular microscope and hand pick the crystals and glass I want to analyse.
Carlos and I went into the field on Tuesday to collect lithics from a couple more sections. I've now got a good distribution of data points so I should beable to start estimating the height of the eruption column. I had a look at the paper yesterday to try to make a start - it's full of maths and equations so it may take me a while to get my head round it!! Blerk.
We had a great day in the field, digging holes away to find the older deposits. We went round to the west side of Nevado to wherewe camped last year. I was really hoping to get a nice view of Volcan de Colima, but unfortunately it was really cloudy and by the time we left we were in the clouds.
When we got back to Colima, I went and joined Mum and Dad at the Petetera - the bull ring. I went last week with Mini and Donaji before heading to Mexico City to see a rodeo. It was really fantastic! The bull comes flying out the door into the bull ring, jumping about like a maniac, while the guy riding it is clinging on for dear life. I couldn't believe how long they managed to hold on for! Once the bull tires or the man falls off, the cowboys lassoed the bull and then it was taken away and the next one was let loose. Over on one side of the ring, clowns were busy entertaining the crowd while the wholething was going on. At one point a drunk guydecided to get into the ring, and when he saw the door opening he ran over to be in front of it deciding it was a great idea to show how brave he is - the bull went straight for him and floored him! He pretty quietly walked back to the stand!
But the one we went to on Tuesday was the proper one where they kill the bull. We decided that we would go for the experience, and felt that it was an opportunity we had to take. Mine had told me the atmosphere is cracking, and that as long as you don't watch the bull it's great fun! And it was. As the afternoon wore on, you got more and more sucked into the atmosphere and soon forgot about the bull, and got caught up in the excitement of the crowd, and the details of it all.
The bull's name and weight for written on a big placard which was carried out by 2 beautiful girls in tiny low-cut dresses and massive heals (to the wolf-whistles and jeering of the crowd - the guy next to us started a chanting asking them how much!). Then the bull would come tearing out in a fit of madness. Sometimes it had a spike already in the back of it's neck, other times it wouldn't have anything. The matadors would then run about doing their "ole!" thing and get the bull mad. Then the main dude (he's called a Torrero in Spanish) gets his long spikes and sticks them in the back of it's neck. It's very much a show of their bravery - they prance about on their tip-toes and almost dance their way to the bull, showing they're not afraid. The when the bull comes for him, he impressively side-steps and spins and lands the spikes. The video I've uploaded shows this. I've tried to capture the atmosphere in it, but it doesn't do it justice - it just looks brutal. The idea is to cut the tendons on the back of it's neck so it's head hangs low, then when they come to trying to kill it with the sword, they can do it easily. They're meant to plunge to sword in all the way to the hilt, through the heart to kill it, but only one guy manged to do that. The others plunged it in but didn't kill it. The bull would then collapse after a few minutes, and a guy would come in and stick a long knife straight into it's brain to kill it out-right. The whole think lasted about 15-20 minutes (I reckon) from the bull coming out to dying.
Once the bull is dead, the Torrero gets an ear, 2 ears or 2 ears and a tail depending on how well he did. The crowd influences this by waving white handkerchiefs and cheering. I commented to Dad how it must have been just like this in Rome with the Gladiators, except obviously with people. One Torrero was flipped by the bull. He went flying and landed in a heap. The bull went for him on the ground but the matadors distracted it. He got up and carried on (the crowd were going bonkers), and a few minutes later he was knocked down again and the bull got him again when he was on the ground. He was carried off and the bull was killed. When he came limping back on the crowd went berserk, people were whistling and cheering and waving their flags and in the end he got 2 ears and the tail!
It was the atmosphere and the people round about it that really made it for us. The lady to our right shared her food with us, while the guy on our left decided that he was drinking so we had to, and kept buying us beers! There were people selling snacks and drinks passing by all the time, a drink seller called Luis started chatting away to Dad and kept coming by to make sure we were ok! The guy that bought us beers kept yelling things at the Matadors - there was a fat matador and at one point that guy stood up and shouted "run little fat man run!" It was cracking and I'm so glad I've been and experienced it, but I won't go to another one - I don't like watching the video clips I took!