Being A Tourist - Day 10
Trip Start May 10, 2006
223Trip End May 09, 2008
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Ok, so yeah, horse riding is fun and I wasn't quite as worried as I was last time until they said the C word. No, not that one, the other one. Canter. As in faster than a trot. As in, hold on, close your eyes and hope for the best.
Ohhh-kayyyy then, and here's me with expired medical insurance. Everyone else looked every inch the professional as I bounced around the saddle sustaining extensive bruising to my posterior and indeed my dignity although we're getting to be quite the experts now. Maybe tomorrow I'd buy a 10 gallon hat and go Lasso me some bulls.
But it was a wicked night, it was awesome to see Raz, one of my favourite people in the world and I randomly bumped into Irma and Dorien again because they were up for a night to check out Cape Trib. I was picked up at midnight which in theory would have given me plenty of sleep to recover if I hadn't pumped my body full of some of the worst alcohol known to man including something called a Flaming Looney which is a shot that you set on fire. I'm sorry but drunk people plus fire can only lead to third degree burns. I was lucky I made it back to Cape Trib Beach House in one piece.