Up a horse’s backside
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We were met upon arrival by our Casa host who promptly set us off on a horse-trek ... we were on a rather short stay ... and I guess he gets some commission.
The trip took us through what seemed like the village’s rubbish tip from which we got a good view of the town against the background of the karst mountains. We then stopped by a local tobacco plantation ... it was pretty bare from the recent hurricane ... then it started to pour. With the help of a makeshift poncho we made it back relatively dry.
Throughout the trek, Kim’s horse wanted to lead but my horse kept wanting to overtake on the right hand side. Which meant that my left knee was often up against the arse of Kim’s horse, once narrowly missing its call of nature.
Also, my horse didn’t like puddles. In its avoidance manoeuvre, it went hard-up against a tree ... my right knee was scraped hard against the tree ... just as well it wasn’t one of those barbed fences. Next time I’ll wear thick jeans too.