Dean Anthony and Wild Horses

Trip Start Jan 23, 2010
Trip End May 31, 2011

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Friday, October 8, 2010

Tupiza is a little town in the middle of no where and as my guidebook instructed, I went there specifically to go horseback riding, maybe even on a few day trip. 

Well, once I arrived, I didnŽt find myself at all inspired to go horseback riding. While I eventually did go, it wasnŽt until my last few hours in Tupiza.  But weŽll get back to that later.  First, let me tell you about Dean Anthony...

Disclaimer: Dean is not really into the whole telling his story thing, so heŽll probably make sure I die a slow, painful death  (not really, but close enough) when he finds out IŽm telling a little bit of his story for him, but that is a risk IŽm willing to take.  D, I hope youŽre not mad!

Dean is a thirty-something Australian guy who is making the big trip from South America all the way up to Alaska on a "WWII mock up" of a side-car having motorcycle (that is about as techinacle as I can get, sorry!). But wait, it gets better. Dean  has been traveling for, count`em,  SIX YEARS., four of which he spend bicycling through the entire continent of Africa.  He even has the gunshot wound to prove it.  Anyway, IŽm going to cut this short, because my guilty conscious is already telling me to stop stop stop.  Point is, dude has now traded in the bicycle for a motor and will presumably now be moving along a little faster.  He isnŽt, however, interested in horses.

I finally booked my horseback ride on the day I was due to leave for La Paz.  Somewhere, somehow, I had lost interest in a multi-day trip and shortened it down to three hours.  Good thing because I donŽt think the horse would have allowed me to live much longer.

I had a private trip (not because I requested it; it just turned out that way.).  My guide, a silent type of about 20 years, threw me on my horse and of we went. I realized almost immediately that the horse was in a hurry and it literally was ready to bolt at any minute.  And after about ten minutes, it did just that.  And off we ran and ran and ran until the horse was ready for a break (this was when we outran the guide and my horse began to feel a little insecure and thus stopped until they caught up).  After that I either had the choice to straight up battle the horse and keep it in control or just let run.  I let it run, and eventually grew more comfortable, but I still had this little voice in my head saying "you dont have insurance you dont have insurance" heheh. Anyway, I survived, despite the horse rearing up (crazy dogs and a stray football decided to attack us all at once), running, and generally trying to kill me.

Other than the tales of DA and my horseback ride, tupiza proved to be relatively uneventful.
ciao tupiza
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