Monday, 18 May 2009

Pony Trekking, 11 May 2009

We never intended to go Pony Trekking in Dali. We had intended on climbing the mountain that overlooks Dali by cable car. However, we discovered we had walked the wrong way and the only option up was by foot or by horse. Two kiwis were dismounting the horses as we arrived and they recommended the trip highly.

The horse was the same price as the cable car, so we happily went along for a bit of horseriding. After a few minutes on the horse I remembered Harri's recent shoulder blade fracture in New Zealand. Ooops, why was I getting on a horse with the recent knowledge that my friend had done herself an injury while horseriding. Ten minutes on the horse the reality of Harri's incident struck me.

This was a mountain, a steep mountain. The path would have been difficult to climb on foot in boots and there were the horses stumbling and fumbling there way up. There were so many little stones that the horses kept slipping on, and we were guided up some of the narrowest trenches that were not built for horses. A few times the horses resisted and stopped, but most of the way they just kept battling on up hobbling over the stones. Visions of the horses slipping and sending me flying kept springing into mind.

We eventually reached the top and walked a few km to a nearby waterfall. It was such a beautiful waterfall and we climbed our way up trhough the levels. The water was crystal clear and so cold that it made your feet tingle. The pebbles at the bottom were in lovely colours and years of water flow smoothed and shaped the waterfall. It was a little bit like a Feng Shui water fountain that you would buy in habitat.

After we enjoyed the waterfall for a while we decided it was time to head back. The ride back down was going to be hairy!

It was a tense ride. My horse was tied to Emmas and all I could see the whole way down was Emma's horse doing some real fancy footwork as it scrabbled over the stones downhill. There was some definite slipping going on, and it scared me to think what my horse's feet were doing beneath me.

We finally made it to the bottom of the hill, alive and in one piece. Despite the terrain it had been a fun pony trek and well worth the views and the scenery at the top.

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