Tiene Cabalgatas?

After spending one night in Chascomús we amped up the search for some horseback riding as this was a thing we all agreed that we wanted to do. Before going there we had checked and saw that there were lots of different Estancias around.

Our first efforts were to call them on Skype and greet them with a friendly “Habla Ingles?”. The ones that answered quickly hung up, either because we were as rude as to ask them to speak English, or maybe because of the not-too-perfect sound quality that Skype offers. We finally had Cesar, the old man who yelled angrily at us the day before call and explain that there is a gentleman here who would like to speak to you in English. This resulted in me being told that no, there is no room for more guests to do horse riding today, and we will close tomorrow as it is Monday, and we only work Friday to Sunday. All different kinds of prejudice flew through my mind, “they are lazy! there is no other explanation!”.

As Cesar seemed bothered to have to get out of bed, where he seemed to spend most of his time, we went on to go to a remiseria which is like a taxi order office. The two girls there did speak a total of five English words, but were nice enough to take the time to help us. Belief in the south american people was restored.

When they understood that we had tried to call and speak English they had to take a pause in their efforts calling every estancia in a 30km radius to laugh for a few minutes. Apparently getting someone to speak English to you on the phone was the most ridiculous thing they could think about.

After spending 30 minutes with these two giggling girls who did all in their power to help the three lost tourists who only wanted to do some cabalgatas we had to give up. No estancias were open, responded to their telephone or had room for us. Our hope was diminishing.

That night our friendly host Martin was back at the hostel, and said that if we just talk to the guys in the remiseria around the other corner they knew a place. The next morning we went there and sure enough, they made some calls, and quoted us a price to take us there, we got in a car and 30 minutes later we were at Estancia La Alvareza.


Here we can see my brother Tim enjoying a cup of Mate and getting ready for the long awaited horse riding!


Here we can see two happy horse riders. The facial expressions are completely in line with the stubborn nature of the horses. To get these horses to go out on the small tour that was offered the guy who took care of them had to walk beside us with a stick, threatening the horses to make them not return as soon as possible to their lazy pastime of eating grass in the shadow.


Being as stubborn as the horses we did get them to trot a little bit, this was later explained as their longing back from the riding session.

The morning after a good nights sleep Tim wanted to see if he could do some more horse riding, after convincing the owner of this he got put on the horse I had the day before, a very stubborn animal. Linn was put in charge of the stick and did get the horse to make two laps in the enclosed pasture before stopping in the position below. Here Tim and the horse fought for a while until it was concluded that the horse was the more stubborn one.


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