Day One: Horseback riding through the little villages around the city of Huaraz.
My friend, Dunja, from Switzerland.




Our 12-year old guide. Probably the WORST guide ever, but really cute. At one point, my saddle slid off the horse because it was loose. So, off the horse I go and I have no way to get back on because I have no idea how to strap a saddle onto a horse. Hey, I just ride them people. Everyone was up ahead, and he just kept going without ever noticing that I was stranded. I waited and waited and finally a village boy came along. I asked him in Spanish if he knew how to put a saddle on. He looked at me really confused and said, "You don´t know how to do it?" No. I know I am on the road ALONE with a horse with the saddle in my hand...but no, the silly gringa does not know how to put the saddle back on her horse. HELP!

Taking a little break before heading back...
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