Horses are crazy. I went on a horseback ride last year while I was trekking Peru, and it was the first time I had been on one of those animals. Don’t get me wrong, it was an amazing experience, but my legs were killing me after the first 15 minutes. And I had signed up a 4-hour ride.
When I first arrived at the tour office that morning, I looked around and realized that all the other tourists were wearing jeans. That was my first mistake. It was 95 degrees out, so I had worn shorts, but the skin on the inside of my legs would later be upset with me.
The tour guide asked us who had been on horses before. I was the only one who hadn’t. Supposedly they gave me the gentlest horse they had, but Thunder did not seem too gentle to me. At different points in the Peruvian trail, the horses seemed to start competing with each other. They each wanted to be in the lead. They would try running past each other, even when the trail wasn’t wide enough for them all. And they weren’t very responsive to my directions, perhaps because they were in English.
Luckily the qualified staff back at KB Tambo, where I was staying near Machu Picchu, had made a trusted recommendation and the guides knew how to keep the horses in check. I got back to the tour office in one piece, and as soon as the tour was over, I wished that it had just started.