The Wind Of Heaven Is That Which Blows Between A Horse's Ears
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I was awoken by the thunderous applause of raining pondering down hard upon my corrugated steel roof. The clouds appeared as black as night though it was well past noon.
Things were not looking too promising for my horse riding adventure that Kelly had organised for me. As anyone who truly knows me would know, I love horses. I enjoy the primal feel of being atop a horse as it gallops through a field. They are truly a wonderous beast. An animal of God. To see a wild horse run through the grasses is beauty personified. As powerful as a horse may be, they will always look after the rider above. They seem to sense your movements and do what they can to prevent you from falling. Like people, some horses are simply jerks and do whatever they want.
Before the horses arrived the rain died away yet the ominous clouds remained.
The rain finally stopped again as we stopped to give the horses a break. The sky cleared up so quickly to unveil the beauty of Punta Banco and the surrounding areas. Its no wonder why I love this place.
Over the next few hours we trudged through forest paths and walked (fell) down many steep muddy hills until we reached the river leading out to sea.
From atop the cliff we had amazing views of the sea. There was also a home belonging to some Italian family that our guide knew but they were not around. After a few minutes some of the others fell sound asleep. I must admit that it was lovely to sit there listening to the sounds of the sea and the forest but there was too much going on for me to fall asleep.
Back down the beach by the horses, sleep finally took its hold on me and lulled me off to sleep as it did all the others. Well except for Coralia who disappeared off into the woods to explore.
When we all awoke we headed back to the house hugging the coast line as we went. We did have to get off the horses got a lot as it would not be safe with the waves coming in and crashing around us. It was great fun. Not everyone agreed on this, some of the others thought we should go another way even though they were the ones who requested we came this way even when the guide said not to. I hate when people do that just to get out of paying money or saving a few euros.
Back at the house I saw Kelly & Sarah on their way to the shops so I headed off with them. Tonight was going to be a "Pizza Party" which one of the ladies near town was throwing for all the volunteers. Its normally a great time for the Turtle people (us), the Bird girls and the Monkey girl to meet up and have a night off work.
The party was fantastic. The sunset views from the balcony where simply the icing on the cake as they say. We all brought up our own drink, our wonderful host made her own pizza's from scratch with various toppings to suit all tastes. It turns out my taste is any pizza or at least any pizza on Sarah's plate.
After awhile the drums came out and so did all her other random instruments. The rhythm started to pour from our finger tips until our toes started to follow in their own mysterious dance. It was amazing how all these people with no musical ability whatsoever suddenly began to produce a tune. Granted it was not an emmy award winning tune but it definitely had something of the moment flowing through it that caught all of us up in its rapture.
Or maybe it was just the bountiful cans of Imperial beer and they multitude of whiskey & gauro shots that were flowing through my viens.......