Horseriding

H and I went horse-riding in the Andes after we had finished the white-water rafting (we had booked to do it on Tuesday but we blagged it onto the afternoon ride so we didn´t have to sit around and wait for the group to finish). Well, they called it horse-riding but I am sure they were big mules. They had a head that looked like a donkey and a body like a horse, although somewhat smaller than you´d normally expect (or maybe it was the other way round...you can judge for yourself in the picture below). Anyway, it was good fun, even though these animals didn´t look to be in the best of health. We were taken along, down and up some very rocky and dusty hills without so much as a crash helmet insight. Although the ride was quite painful, again the scenery was breathtaking. And of course the pictures don´t do it any justice.

























































These poor animals were at the mercy of the two young lads you were taking us out, and who spent most of their time hooning around in a Bonanza stylee. It was often quite unnerving hearing them galloping up behind us, before racing either side of us and covering us in dust. I never got above a gentle trot, and by the end of the ride, with home in site, I had no choice but to trot because the nag just wanted to get home and rest. We returned back to Mendoza with lead arms and very sore thighs.