When the trunk finally popped open, Yao was surprised to find that they were now on a busy street in Pamplona, and the town was festively decorated in celebration for the running of the bulls, which would be happening within minutes.
Minutes??
Time enough for tapas?
"Tapas? There's always time for tapas!" said a smiling Ernest Hemingway, as he approached the boys with a bottle of red wine in his hand.
Back in a minute, after I gurgle...
Or maybe not, it's late.
Go on, have a wonderful evening, she says, thinking of Tony, er, Anthony Bourdain's book called Cook's Tour....
They had a quick order of calamares, a swift snack of pan con tamate and a few olives, washed down with the very acceptable Navarra red.
Hemingway was working with Almódovar at that minute on an unusual new film.
It involved two whales, a nude acrobat, and seventeen Muslim scarf sellers, and was to be shot in brown and white in southern Johannesburg.
There was some difficulty in arranging the lodging for the whales.
But this film was only an idea as yet, and they thought the problem would be quite easy to overcome in time, if enough money was thrown at it.
That approach had always worked for them before.
But this time, they hadn't reckoned with The Attack of the Killer Bees.
But now, it was time for the running of the bulls, and Hemingway was up in a flash, and dragging the group of them out into the crowded street.
The bulls are shorter and squarer than you'd think, and they galumph rather than run - but no matter, all the young bloods in the town were hoping to goad them into sprints and tosses to keep the crowd amused.
The bees, attracted by all the hair mousse, followed them to Pamplona.
They were met, for some reason, by Bob Dylan, who had become something of a sociopath; he was riding on a bull while singing 'Most of the Time.'
They tried to sing back in acapella harmony.
Their inaccuracy with the lyrics-- particularly Hemingway's-- meant that BD's feelings towards them were divided.
Yet Ernest's words rang a bell, tolling sounds beyond the thundering hooves.
BD then sang Lay Lady Lay and threw the nearest señorita over the nearest bull.
