An African Adventure on Horseback

It was to be my first excursion on horseback for,Without time to comprehend exactly what had been
well more years than I care to remember and Isaid to me my trusty steed trotted down the bank
certainly didnt want to remember my last experienceand up the other side. With a lot of bouncing around
at the tender age of 17, on a bolting horse down aand huffing and puffing, eyes closed, I had actually
muddy track with overhanging trees and a fence atmanaged to stay on!
the end of the track leading directly onto a mainI looked back at the vast creek I had just crossed
road.and a huge smile came across my face!
Anyway, enough of the ancient past this was aWell that was just the start. The days progressed,
holiday that was going to be a relaxing time as myup at 6am heading for the horses at 7am and out in
partner was the one who wanted the riding. I wasthe bush for 7:30am.
going to sunbathe, swim do a little fishing maybe.With each passing day my confidence grew, mainly
The arrival into Johannesburg was uneventfulthanks to that chestnut mare and the guides leading
although the security in the airport was a shock andus.
one that I did not expect. During the transfer to theDuring a chat with one of the guides I was informed
riding centre in the Waterburg area about threethat I would be cantering by day three. I had a real
hours north of Johannesburg time to relax and chatbelly laugh at that. Well I was. I had NEVER cantered
about the holiday ahead.before and it was incredible.
An early introduction to the wildlife was meeting theSo, onto our 'close encounter' with three rhino.
'friendly' rhino who lived in a game reserve where theAfter a long days riding we headed back to our
driver pulled over and let us take a closer look on thecamp. It had been a long day and we had spent a
right side of a very strong looking fence.little too much time watching the rhino on the plains
Arrival at the riding centre just in time for lunch wasso it was dusk as we approached the encampment.
a very welcoming sight meeting the owners and theOur guide made us stop a little way outside the
other guests. With the formalities out of the way Icamp whilst she checked for rhino. They occasionally
was ready for an afternoon relaxing by the 'Hippomade there way into the encampment but very
Dam' with a good book whilst the better half wentrarely. The group sat around chatting for about 10
off for her first excursion.minutes until we were given the all clear by the guide
To cut a very long story short, after a lot of cajolingto follow.
and the promise of a gentle walk around one of theAs we entered the encampment it was pretty dark
game reserves I was led to my mount. A prettyand the only things that could be seen were the
chestnut mare who "knew the ropes and would take'rhino' shaped bushed off in the distance. As we
good care of you".came up the bank and into the main camp the guide
She looked nice and had a kind eye so I figured itfroze, quickly signalling us all to stop. As we peered
was ok to show willing and join the one and only ridethrough the dark gloom of night there they were.
I was having over the next 10 days.Three of the biggest rhinos in the park, no more
A quick shower to freshen up and hopefully loosenthan three feet from us and heading directly toward
some of those aching joints from the long flight tous. In a flash our guide signalled right and we headed
South Africa I headed toward the stables where wefor a very small, narrow tree. The tree was not big
were all meeting. Everyone was very excited aboutenough to hide a small person behind let alone six
their first ride out in the Waterburg. Me? I washorses and riders. As we grouped together the three
terrified. How did I manage to let myself be talkedrhinos gave us a glance, a knowing glance, and then
into such a stupid situation?passed by without even a snort.
Once onboard the mare I adjusted, coughed, tried toTo say that I was scared would be an
smile even chat with other guests. Deep down aunderstatement. Would I have missed it for the
raging terror ate at me.world? Never!
Our guide for the first ride was a young SouthMy thanks to Louise at for organising such a fantastic
African girl who seemed very sweet, if a little 'hard'.trip and of course our hosts, Shane and Laura.
We walked out of the stable yard and headedI will definitely be returning, one day, and will again be
toward the creek leading into the dam. At the top ofcalling on the services of Louise at Equitour
the very high, steep edge of the creek our guideWorldwide Riding Holidays to make all of the
shouted back to me that the horse likes to trotarrangements.
down into the creek and back up the other side.