Exploring Mountain Trails on Horseback
The morning was action-packed with paragliding but there was more adventure to come for the afternoon—a trek through the mountain trails on horseback.
It was my first time to ride a horse. It's easier than riding a camel, but you still end up with a sore derrière after three hours on the saddle!
We had rainy weather for most of the ride but it was very refreshing and something I miss on occasion in Dubai.
A guide took us out on the trails that led up to a lake in one of the valleys. My horse's name was Brel. He might have been named after Jacques Brel, the Belgian singer/actor. He's the only "Brel" I know of. Marie Pierre got a horse named Appy. That's French for "Happy". ;)
Before mounting the horses we had to put on a hairnet and pick out a helmet. The helmet selection was pretty gross and I was glad to wear the hairnet, as dorky as it looked.
We had to cross a main road to get to the trails just outside of the stables. Thankfully, Brel understood what I wanted him to do. It was kind of that same feeling you get when learning to drive a manual transmission car over the train tracks for the first time, hoping the car's not going to stall. Along the trails, Brel was pretty well behaved, though he was voraciously eager to eat grass and leaves any chance he could get.
Getting off of the horse at the end was probably the hardest part, considering how my body was already feeling from the stress of the race two days ago. It was nice to get back home and get showered up after an afternoon in the rain.
For the evening we would all have dinner together at the house, but as they don't have their oven yet, Marie Pierre's mother was glad to prepare us a nice Créole meal—Cabri Masalé et pois du cap avec riz pilaf (Masala goat stew with cape peas and rice pilaf.)