Horse Riding In Patagonia
"Oh my God there is smoke coming in through the window sills!" "The fire is out of control Pancho!"
The 4x4 plunged deep into the core of the thick grey smoke, for a minute nobody could see out of the windows, and the fumes seeped through the seals scratching madly at our tender pink throats, making us gag. There was the occasional fierce glimpse of the forest fire meters away as we were driving through.
And well that was the start to our beautiful day horse riding in the stunning setting of Patagonia.
It was a weird start, but once we´d left the fire behind we arrived at a charming Finca (country estate). The horses were all saddled up, and our guide Jesus was stood by the wooden fence wearing a black boina (beret) awaiting our arrival.
Before we knew it we were all sat on our horses listening to Jesus teach us to horse ride in a record time of 2 minutes. My horse was the most impacient and kept trying to escape, according to Jesus he was just anxious to get started.
Jesus led the way, I was behind him with my horse Tregua, and Chris was about half way down the line.
We set off and Tregua became easier to control than I had expected him to be, so Jesus put me in charge of the line whilst he went to check out the others. I was trotting along, enjoying the fresh air and a backdrop of snowcapped mountains when I looked back down the line to see Chris holding up the line. His horse just seemed to be plodding along at snails pace, so Jesus gave him a little stick to whip Rosie with.
Once Chris had finally got over the fact that his horse was smaller than mine, and called Rosie rather than Clint or something manly, he started using the whip to which Rosie responded surprisingly well!
Rosie was off! She galloped ahead of the group into the country like a bullet, and you should have seen Chris laughing and bobbing up and down uncontrollably, it was an image that will remain in my mind for ever.
Note Rosie asleep as Chris rides her like Seabiscuit.
Eventually Rosie and Chris started working as a team and looked great cantering around, but Tregua (which means Truce) was a little competitive and determined to be the first back to the finca. So at the end of a very relaxing 2 hours Tregua and Rosie entered into a race, leaving the rest of the group behind, Tregua won by a head length and Jesus wasn´t too impressed with our antics.
We finished off the experience with a big asado (roast)and rosie wind swept cheeks.
The 4x4 plunged deep into the core of the thick grey smoke, for a minute nobody could see out of the windows, and the fumes seeped through the seals scratching madly at our tender pink throats, making us gag. There was the occasional fierce glimpse of the forest fire meters away as we were driving through.
And well that was the start to our beautiful day horse riding in the stunning setting of Patagonia.
It was a weird start, but once we´d left the fire behind we arrived at a charming Finca (country estate). The horses were all saddled up, and our guide Jesus was stood by the wooden fence wearing a black boina (beret) awaiting our arrival.
Before we knew it we were all sat on our horses listening to Jesus teach us to horse ride in a record time of 2 minutes. My horse was the most impacient and kept trying to escape, according to Jesus he was just anxious to get started.
Jesus led the way, I was behind him with my horse Tregua, and Chris was about half way down the line.
We set off and Tregua became easier to control than I had expected him to be, so Jesus put me in charge of the line whilst he went to check out the others. I was trotting along, enjoying the fresh air and a backdrop of snowcapped mountains when I looked back down the line to see Chris holding up the line. His horse just seemed to be plodding along at snails pace, so Jesus gave him a little stick to whip Rosie with.
Once Chris had finally got over the fact that his horse was smaller than mine, and called Rosie rather than Clint or something manly, he started using the whip to which Rosie responded surprisingly well!
Rosie was off! She galloped ahead of the group into the country like a bullet, and you should have seen Chris laughing and bobbing up and down uncontrollably, it was an image that will remain in my mind for ever.
Note Rosie asleep as Chris rides her like Seabiscuit.
Eventually Rosie and Chris started working as a team and looked great cantering around, but Tregua (which means Truce) was a little competitive and determined to be the first back to the finca. So at the end of a very relaxing 2 hours Tregua and Rosie entered into a race, leaving the rest of the group behind, Tregua won by a head length and Jesus wasn´t too impressed with our antics.
We finished off the experience with a big asado (roast)and rosie wind swept cheeks.
posted by Chris at 6:15 PM
2 Comments:
Papa would have liked to be in that race with you!!! I think he is jealous!
He would have LOVED it!!! And he obviously would have won!!!!
Sxxxx
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