I thought of you all day anticipating the courageous activity that I was about to undertake. the boat carried us through the still water that now flooded the Pantanal. I caught my first glimpse of them through the foliage on the bank. they seemed calm, resting in the shade, but their strong muscles were pronounced in the dappled light. their lack of movement that much more intimidating, just the occasional swish of their tails. as the boat drew closer I realised that there was no turning back. it was finally time to face my fear. if the little one can do it, they why can't I?
she was lovely, possibly the nicest acquaintance I have made on my journey so far. chilled out, slightly lazy, but in a good way. we never went faster than a trott and even then she didn't manage it for longer than about ten or twenty seconds. but she made me feel welcome and at ease. at best I thought I would realise that it wasn't as scary as all that. but it turned out that I actually enjoyed it and I want to do it all over again. a lifelong fear finally overcome.
perhaps the little one will take me horse riding when I get back and we can see about getting up to a gentle canter, with maybe a lasso in one hand, gaucho style...
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