Due to my rather unorthodox travel arrangements I managed to make it so I had what amounted to an entire extra day. Almost everyone else had to leave my mid-day to make it to flights and other arrangements. We were three who had the day to enjoy, though my fellow travelers' plans were much more sensible then mine, and with all this extra time the hotel organized a morning ride for us. After a delicious breakfast and a bit of a sleep in, the hotel drove us a few minutes to the hotel's stables where we were met by half a dozen gauchos and three beautiful horses. The horses are bred in Chile and sent to the hotel expressly to be ridden by guests (see: budget, wind).

We set out on what was shaping up to be another beautiful day. A gallop across the pampas, a couple rivers crossed and I have checked a major item off the bucket list. Riding a horse in Patagonia. It's a really nice feeling to realize that something you've wanted to do for decades is happening right in that moment.

Las fotos.

La voyageuse perdue