Last bit of the South Drak !
Trip Start Nov 18, 2005
13Trip End Oct 19, 2006
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My horse was chomping at he bit a little, ( it was obvious that he had been in the stables for FAR too long), so as soon as he got a whiff that one of the other horses wanted to go into a canter, he decided to try and make a mad dash for it. After about 10 attempts, my horse finally seized his moment and following the other 2 horses who had just increased their speed, he raced up to meet them.
The horses in front, realizing that they probably were more in control if they wanted to be than the riders, decided unanimously to go into a gallop. This was the first time I'd galloped and the experience was magnificent! It really is such an adrenalin rush going that fast, but also the feeling was so smooth, almost like flying.. an amazing experience. I came back glowing... ( apart from the mud all over my face, that had been previously thrown at me from the horses hooves in front.. wallop, right in my face)... tasty.
When I got back to the stables and dismounted, the horse pranced around, glad of the freedom (frisky little thing), and I started to make my way home. A man in a suit ( clearly more money than sense), mentioned to me in a low voice, that I might want to take a look in a mirror before returning to my abode. "You have a little something on your face". Of course, he was referring to the ridiculous amount of mud on my face. I think I replied with a delicate remark, something along the lines of "I know.. it's called mud.. it's from the horses.. proof that I had a good time"!. I think it's fair to say that that man was not exactly a free spirit.
So off I trundled back along the dusty path back to the hostel... dying of thirst and the extreme heat, dry mud all over me.