The good, the bad and the ugly

So here we are, jeans on, hat and horse waiting outside the hostel. In Tupiza we arranged a horse ride around the area; it feels really that anytime some cherokees will appear behind the mountain or that some blue-coloured army will pop up somewhere. It was my first time on a horse but it was not so bad. Here you are a short description of them:


..Lucky and Sergio, before he collapsed and he got terribly scared, to be honest..



Good Diego; he was Héctor's. We guessed that they call it Diego because he's fat like Maradona... of course as he stops every five meters to eat anything he finds on his way. However he ended up being the best of the three.

Bad Lucky; I had feelig with him since the very beginning; he was the youngest (4 years) but he was not ready for a cowboy from Vilanova; after three hours, when we were having a break, he started complaining, trembling and jumping into the ground. Seems so that he had too much work on his back so I had to end changing him with the big one Vencedor. Poor Lucky.

Ugly Moto; the greatest. In words of the guide "this moto is a bit crazy" Yes, he was; besides being the ugliest he started running out of the path like mad and Stefano thought for a while that it was going to be a disaster; it was not but Ste is still suffering on his ass the effects of riding Moto.

Sergio, Salta