|Me. For the first time ever. On horseback.|
Riding a horse was not high on my “bucket list” of things to do. In fact, I generally believed that if I were to have ridden a horse, that would be the bucketing event that necessitated having to have gone through said list. Alternatively, if I were to actually cheat death on horseback, the Christopher Reeves result would be the next most likely outcome.
Having already wimped out on the bicycle tour of Bogotá, I wasn’t about to double up on my wussiness. So, I figured, if I could actually climb up on the back of mi caballo, I would stay in the saddle for the next excursion.
Here was my horse before I climbed into the saddle:
|La Pelota: a closer view|
|La Pelota: an even closer view yet|
|El Purutal: left side view|
|El Purutal: right side view|
(No horses were harmed in the making of this posting.)