These people travel all this way only to stand there and watch

What is the point of going to Pamplona only to watch as the bulls run right past you?

Look at the guy in the red sleeveless t-shirt standing in the doorway.

I can imagine him saying to himself, "okay, okay, I'm going to start running. I want to get out there and mix it up with the bulls. Okay, okay, opps, there they go. Dang it, they're gone. Crap, I spend thousands of dollars to get here, took a week of vacation off work, traveled thousands of miles, and there go the bulls. Well, maybe I'll get out there and run next year. Wait, I told my wife if she let me come to Pamplona this year we would go to Disneyland next year. Wow, I really messed up."