The Good, the Bad, and the Ugly
29.09.2006 30 °C
After a relaxed and rather late breakfast, the horses were prepared and we again mounted up.This time I took the reigns of a different, but again forthright, horse who was to be my loyal companion for a 2-day trek to a monastery within a national park.We looked like the good, the bad, and the ugly but I'd be in too much trouble if I said who was what!It was a slow start across the uneven ground of the steppe but after an hour or so we reached some ground that we could relax the reigns and burst into a gallop for a short distance.Again it was a rush and a lot of fun to gallop at speed and this time adge was alongside on his horse "biscuit-tin" as he named him!Jon trailed behind for a while but his confidence grew and soon enough he was alongside too on "cheese-grater."It was a hot and humid day on the steppe and the flies bothered the horses as much as they did me.Our new skills were put to the test by a couple of ditches (didn't know we were at the grand national!) and a steep hill which we had to climb.We mastered these obstacles with finesse and enjoyed the view from the top of the hill.
Soon enough we grabbed some lunch that had been prepared for us and continued on our way.All went well until we had to cross a narrow stream not far from the national park.A couple of horses refused to cross at first (yes mine was one!) but we soon got them on side and jumped across the stream.A couple of gallops later,avoiding a few large holes, we reached the national park and relaxed into a walking pace for the final leg.We trekked uphill through a forest until we found a suitable camping spot in a clearing.We fettered (is that the right word?) the horses and set up the tents whilst Mindy got the fire going and started on dinner.The boy done good because we ate like kings that night under the bright stars with a raging fire and a few bottles of vodka!!Well, what did you expect?Answers on an e-mail please, I'm the one s'posed to be sending postcards!In the morning I woke early after possibly the best nights sleep I'd had all trip and with a clear head! We packed up, saddled up and began our short trek down to the monastery.We breakfasted and walked up to the monastery on the hillside.Sadly it was mainly a ruin but the main building had been preserved and we had a good look around before rejoining the horses and setting off for home.It was a long trek back to camp but we had a great laugh along the way and occassionally broke out into gallop but the horses were feeling tired so we took it easy on them.We reached the gur campsite late in the afternoon and rode in with pride but feeling knackered and pretty saddle sore!Oh, the name of my horse - "ball-breaker!!!"