Life in the saddle

I like to think about myself as a pretty talented person. That is why I’ve decided to learn Spanish by myself, teach myself how to play harmonica and design clothes that are getting better with time. But I’ve never assumed I can relearn how to ride a horse in just a few minutes. I used to do it as a child and bothered to inform everyone in the tourist office about that fact. When we went to pick up the horses it turned out that the rest of our crew was born in the saddle and then Stina told me it’s just like riding a bike. I had the idea in my head that a bike isn’t alive, but i did’t have much time to think about it. After 10 minutes we were going really fast. So I sat on that horse, shit scared , trying not to fall down. And you know what, it is like riding a bike.

We looked like a real cowgirls with hats and horse bags, running like the wind with me on the back… running almost like the wind but with that shitty backpack hitting my back with each step. Plus I’m still on antibiotics and ass stoppers.

It’s hard to describe the views around, it was like riding a horse inside a Discovery Channel. I can’t show too many pictures, cause I was never sure when we would begin too gallop again and believe me, it wasn’t easy to hide my camera while doing so.


In the evening we made it to the small village located between two rocky hills. There’s plenty of bulls but where are the cows? I go for a walk (easy to say but to be honest it was more like a fight against everyone of my muscles).



I met some kids who were keen to do anything to make me take a shot of them. It took me like an hour to finally say goodbye.






And the village is so different to anything that I’ve seen so far. Everything made of stones, grandma doing some work, child following her around. A cat chased by a pig. And older ones sitting next to each other just staring at the desert. It was freaking me out.





In the morning I wake up bitten by bed bugs. Shit happens. Then my body informs me we’re in a stage of war and this is going to hurt. My horse hates everything that moves and looks like another horse, so bites and kicks around. Then there was that accident and a girl ended up on her head, i lost the reins (they just disconnected) while galloping and then my horse decides to run into the magical water eye and almost through me into it. But those views… it couldn’t be better.

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