Having logged all of 9 mins on a horse, mostly just standing in place, it was time to jump to the more experienced stage. Knowing Jo's love for horse riding we took advantage of one of the many horse trail riding adventures where in 90mins I could smash my previous record of horse riding (at one time). Magic was Jo's date while I ended up with a big, slow Clydesdale named Whisky. The ride consisted of a jungle-bush ride that ended at the coast line through the sand-dunes, presenting a spectacular view of the surroundings. In the jungle we came across several spiders that could kill your cousin, large monitor lizards, but thank god no snakes. Dragon's teeth ran the entire coast slightly inland from the dunes. For those not familiar with these, they are old WW2 relics that prevent enemy tanks (Japanese) from advancing in the event of an invasion. The ride was later punctuated by some trotting which as many inexperienced male riders can attest to, if you are not in rhythm, your bits and pieces end up the target of violent movements. No doubt we should do this again.
Jo and "Magic"
Nice bum
Some horses just don't like their riders, this poor little girl was knocked off when her pony decided to take a sand bath.
Reminds me of home on the farm near Mo Snyder's, a real cowboy.
Dragon's Teeth.
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