This is Africa after all, so what kind of a trip would It be without a Safari. The program offers the volunteers a couple of safari options; for an additional fee of course. If I had more time, the one I would want to do is the multi-day overnight safari on horseback. They head out on horses viewing wildlife along the way, campout under the starlit nights with a wildlife soundtrack. As much as I wanted to do that, my short visit limited my options, so I chose a single day safari.
Before leaving, however, I had to get trained on riding horses. Personally, not a huge issue having a sister who owns two, and as a youth spent a summer working on my uncle’s cattle ranch. I will say, however, that we invented the motorized engine so that we wouldn’t have to ride horses anymore. Sore asses and the potential of getting knocked off are not as big of an issue on my motorcycle with a padded seat and me in total control of the temperament of the ride.
The stables have a few horses for guests to use, all ran by a former polo player, and a crew who plays horse polo every Saturday. Our instructor was one of those. Once he found out I was from the U.S., he assumed I could ride better than I can, giving me one of the more energetic polo horses for the day.
In the coral, the five of us receiving lessons learned how to trot, to run, and all the other necessary skills to control our animals. We played tag and a few other games to get the hang of leading a horse around. Most of whom were pretty docile, except for mine of course, who was always ready to run. After our games, we removed the saddles, brushed them, and returned the well-used helmets we were forced to use when riding and called it a day.
|He doesn’t look fiesty, but trust me, he is.|