Wanted to go horse riding around Sacsayhuman (Sexy Woman as Patrick calls it, along with Oliver Tambo for Ollantaytambo...). Arranged it, and was collected by taxi from Cuzco. Asked Patrick to see me safely on horse. Nice lady persuaded P. that a strong enough horse was available for him, and P. agreed - crazy fool. Apparently we were to venture off on our own. A few commands from me persuaded my horse he had a rank amateur on his hands, so he started barging into Patrick's horse. The young boy gave up and starting hauling Santiago, my horse, by a leading rope. Patrick had to follow - at this point I started to doubt the wisdom of this arrangement. It has been 30 years since I rode a horse, and Patrick has had a couple of outings, 20 years ago. Then it started raining - hard. An hour later, we were at the highest point. Both cold and miserable, and so were the horses. Patrick's had a mind of its own and simply picked the easiest route, and kept dropping behind. I was very concerned that the horses would bolt for home soon....We bailed out and caught a bus home.
Went to a gig at the Municapal Hall - Jaime Guardia and Pepita Garcia. Made the mistake of running up two flights of stairs - 6 minutes to recover!
Move to Pariwana tomorrow, yay!
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