A Magic Ride at the Mozambique Horse Safari
By the time we started our lesson the light had softened and the paddock was quiet. Most of the grooms had gone home for the day so we groomed and tacked our own horses.
By the time we started our lesson the light had softened and the paddock was quiet. Most of the grooms had gone home for the day so we groomed and tacked our own horses.
Some days we don’t have anything to do with the horses. It feels strange but I guess it is good to give your ass a rest once in a while. 🙂
Beginning of my Vilankulo, Mozambique adventure volunteering at the Mozambique Horse Safari!
Well not so much funny as embarrassing. Really really embarrassing. As in “why the hell am I telling you guys about this?” embarrassing. I missed my flight from London to Johannesburg, therefor causing me to miss my Johannesburg to Vilanculos, Mozambique flight.
Is security (or lack of) one of the reasons you are hesitant to go it alone? I get it, it is tough to be in a crisis and you turn to your buddy to scream, “Oh No! What are WE going to do?!” and there’s no WE, just air…maybe an angry border guard who doesn’t…