Having listened to the Spanish party until 6.38am we had s nice leisurely breakfast and went down to pay the bill all packed up with our gear in the pram 😜 (A very useful travel accessory indeed). The hotel was all closed up and the receptionist told us we had to run down the hill before the bulls came.  😳 Well holy cow we were out the door like two Mary Poppinses and shot off down the hill to the cheers of all the Spaniards sitting on all the walls waiting to see the bulls coming up the street for another bull fight. Where do they get their energy… the Spaniards not the bulls🙄  We get to the end of the hill and all the Spanish organisers were shouting at us in Spanish and the only way out was through the bars in a large gate. Now very fortunately the bars were very wide so we got through but the poor pram was hoisted up and chucked over the very high gate by a load of very helpful men🙈 And to my horror one of the wheels came off and hit me in the head😤 Happily, once we’d regained our composure and our belongings, and got past all the laughing Spaniards, Sheila managed to fix the wheel 🤣