Sunday, September 05, 2010
The next morning, we ate fried dough with jam and instant coffee (why is it so good when you're traveling?) in the dining ger, and then strapped on chaps and helmets and led our (very gassy) horses through the grasslands.
Though it was nice to be outside and riding for the first time in years, five hours (especially with numerous breaks) was too long, and I found myself gritting my teeth and tearing up from the pain toward the end.
We ended the night playing cards with our guides, who introduced us to a new game: working with a limited deck, everyone passes one card to the right, and the first person to get four of a kind offers some sort of clue (like scratching your nose). The last person to pick up on the clue and imitate it has to do something silly—such as singing a song, dancing, making a figure 8 on a tree with your butt, or balancing a water bottle on your head.
And then, I knocked out before it was completely dark.