So in 1902 some young Spaniards were unhappy and started a brawl with the local police by throwing tomatoes from the vegetable stand nearby at them. Next year they brought their own tomatoes. And since it perpetuated in the following years, it became a tradition so well kept, that right now Buñol is one of the hottest touristic spots every year in the last Wednesday of August.
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I know, it looks like a George A. Romero movie, but all that seemingly gruesome blood is actually coming from low quality tomatoes especially grown for this event.
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Although it looks like a lot happening in these photos, all of this takes part in the course of one hour. After the 60 minutes mark fire trucks get their hoses out and wash the tomato rivers and the people swimming in them, all to a proper end for the gigantic buffoonery.
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Gotta give it up to the Spanish, they’ve managed to hold an annual epic-proportion pigsty. Diving in a huge tomato soup, that’s probably a sensation any miserable human being should experience at least once in a lifetime. And it makes me think, were those Las Ketchup girls talking about the same thing in that infamous song of theirs ten years ago?