While researching for our trip, B found out that the day we arrive in Seville happens to be the last day of the Seville Bullfighting Festival. As neither of us had ever experienced a bullfight, we decided to to seize the opportunity, and grabbed tickets to the festival even though we were warned that it may be gory.
As we approached the bullfighting arena, I was most tickled to realize that the building looked very much like an owl!
After finding the right door to enter from, we stepped through the little doors to find a huge arena before us. I felt like I had stepped into a scene from the Gladiator!
Shortly after taking our seats, music sounded, and a procession of horses rode into the arena.
The ‘outrider’ horses – don’t think they did anything else for the rest of the event.
The armored ‘bullfighting’ horses – carrying the men who assist the matadors.
After the parade of horses, a hush fell over the crowd, and everyone’s attention was fixed on the matador poised in the middle of the arena, awaiting the charging bull.
And here comes the bull!
Man vs beast.
From the photos above, one would think that bullfighting’s really dangerous, and the matadors incredibly brave. However, the reality of it is quite different. No doubt there is an element of danger (given that enraged animals are unpredictable, blah blah blah), but check out how outnumbered the poor bull is!
In addition to the star matador for that particular bout, at any given time, there would be 5-6 matadors positioned all over the arena, and 2 horses with riders wielding long spears. There would also be a small army of matadors just outside the arena, ready to rush in at the first sign of trouble.
After the initial show-off session of ‘greeting’ the bull in the centre of the arena, the main matador would let the riders on the horses do their thing to weaken the bull by stabbing it a few times with the long spears. It is only after the bull is sufficiently weakened that the matador would face the bull again one-on-one, to showcase the classic bullfighting moves that one would expect.
Eventually, the bull will be out out of its misery by a stab to its head. If the matador is skilled, it will be a one-stab kill, but more often than not, it takes more than 1 stab to bring the bull down.
After the bull has been felled, it's carcass will be hooked behind a team of donkeys, and be dragged around the arena before finally exiting the arena, leaving behind a trail of blood in its wake.
The sequence of events for each bout during the event was more or less the same, and after the first couple of bouts, I felt increasingly uncomfortable and disgusted. Before I went for the event, I was prepared for it to be gory, and expected that I may be sickened by the sight of blood. What i didn’t expect was that I would feel really sorry for the bulls. It had absolutely no chance, outnumbered by numerous matadors and horses, poked and stabbed by various spears, swords and knives. The sport (if you can call it that) is cruel and wasteful, and I can understand, and am thankful that bullfights are less commonplace these days. Would I ever attend another bullfighting event? No way – been there, done that, and regret supporting the industry (even if it’s only by way of the price of 2 tickets)!
Note: I had deliberately limited the number of photos of the actual bullfighting to a minimum for this post, and had in selecting the photos for this post, deliberately omitted the very bloody shots, so as not to shock/sicken readers. But it is extremely bloody and gory, so I would not recommend the event to anyone who dislike the sight and smell of blood.