What do naked Australians, eggs, bulls, a beheaded bishop, red bandanas and lots of wine have in common? At first glance, not much. Spend a week in Pamplona in northern Spain around the 7th of July and some sort of answer will probably come to you - assuming you are sober enough to think, and haven't been gored by a bull or cracked your skull jumping off a fountain.

Since records began at the start of the 20th century only 13 people have died on the bull run. Which makes it a good deal safer than smoking.

Pamplona 2002