“Do you want to go for a horse trek?” Kimberley from Makoura Lodge asks us as we’re working in the fancy conference room of the lodge this morning. Hell yeah, we do! This is the kind of organisation we like: let’s go do something now!
So we got a peak of Makoura in the Ruahine Ranges yesterday in 4WD thrill ride, now we’re about to explore more of this remote and stunning landscape by horse, just like the good ol’ days (or like a couple of Hobbits in the The Lord of the Rings).
Brushing up on our horse etiquette
At the stables, we join the 10 horses and Kimberley introduces us to our horses which oddly enough reflect our own personalities: Laura rides Maddy, a white horse who’s pretty mellow but can have a bit of kick if she wants, while Robin rides Possum, an independent individual who would prefer to do whatever the hell he wants. Great match! And now, we need to brush them.
It’s stupid, but it’s like a childhood dream-come-true for Laura who always wanted her own horse to brush… Not ride, but just brush all day long. These horses are pretty Goddamn filthy because they roll in the mud to add an extra layer of warmth during the winter months. Meanwhile, Robin is trying desperately to make a connection to Possum by calling him: “My friend,” after every sentence. Although we are not sure it is working, Robin has made a much better job of brushing Possum than Laura. He must have been inspired by his snazzy Jetcharm haircut.
Kimberley gives us a quick recap on how to ride a horse (we have a bit of experience), and stresses that when we go through a gate we need to wait for her to ride back in front of the group again. This will become significant later…