Horses and My Ass

Day: 382

I woke up feeling 98%, Felicia was feeling about half that.  Still determined we forced ourselves out of bed early, found our way to the train station (which, for any of you ever in Tupiza, isn’t ever actually open, no matter what the sign on the door says.) and bought a couple of tickets on the fancy car to Oruro for tomorrow night.

Feeling like we were getting stronger we headed over to a tour agent (not the same one I had gotten my money back from yesterday, since we had told him we were to sick to ride), and made plans for a ride at 10:30am; about two hours from then.  We headed back to our hotel for our free breakfast, and proceeded to take a quick nap to gain our maximum strength.

Just after 10:30 we met our tiny, 15 year old guide, who proceeded to get us on some horses (mine was rather mean), and headed off into the desert.  On a side note: I always think horse riding will be cool and always seem to forget how much it hurts my ass the next day, everytime I am all smiles at the beginning and 3 hours later I am shifting in my saddle trying to find a square inch of my ass which is unbruised.

With the sun blaring down, it was close to 95 degrees F (35 C) and we bumped our asses along assorted trails looking at all sorts of red rock formations and at least a dozen varieties of cacti.  We both decided that time seems to pass much slower when on a horse in ungodly weather, and eventually became thankful our two day tour went bust. 

I am relatively sure my ass couldn’t have handled the beating…

We got back to our hostal, more or less destroyed and walking bowlegged, proceeded to shower and dream of having more pizza and beer tonight.  (which seems to be the only type of restaurants in town)