A man in a green cloak brings 4 horses over to the camp for a 2 hour riding session.
We move at a slow pace, crossing several rivers before arriving at a medium sized waterfall.
Even out of the van here, it is hot. My new chauffeur, the horse, is doing all the work, but I’m starting to overheat in my puffer and merino vest.
Our guide, Maagi, shows us how to ride the horses. He issues commands of left, right and straight ahead in French. Often he deliberately mixes these up, then laughs and says sorree!
We take his quirky good natured humour in our stride. It’s hard to be annoyed when you’re riding a beautiful horse through a picture-perfect landscape in the hot sun.
But as the sun sets, the temperature plummets and so too does our tolerance. I’m glad of my extra layers, but even they are not enough to stave off the biting cold.
Our guide seems in no hurry, but all three of us hope that we will reach camp soon.