Limping to Christchurch

Made it to Queenstown (for the third time... and thankfully the last). Decided that I didn't want to do anything adventurous so I settled on a day of horseback riding. That is pretty tame, huh?

Well, it started out as a beautiful morning and I had a wonderful ride across the Rees River (yes, we went across the river) and throught the delta. I had a great horse, Bear, and it was sunny and hot. Then I had a lunch break in Glenorchy before heading back for an afternoon ride. I was assigned a new horse, Howie, who seemed very affectionate and fun. The ride started off and I was told early that he was the boyfriend of the lead horse, Peaches. And he seemed very attentive... which for horses meant walking right behind her and practically riding her butt. Of course, she did not like this. After a bit of commotion, the guides decided it would be best to split them up. Of course, Howie did not like this and was looking for Peaches and calling her. Then, when there was another horse between them, Howie finally had enough. So the jealous boyfriend took matters into his own hooves. He kicked up and sprinted around Sherman and this is where it all went bad. In the process of getting to Peaches, I lost control and was thrown from Howie. As I felt myself falling off, all I could think about was "Unhook your foot - you don't want it getting caught and dragging you underneath the horse". Thankfully, I fell off (okay, not thankful for that) and was not trampled or dragged.

I was given a new horse, Enos, once I collected myself. To be honest, I was in shock and couldn't believe what had just happened. I got back on the horse (I am proud of myself for doing so) and continued with the 3 hour ride. But the last hour was hell. I was so sore and every joint ached and it was raining so I just wanted to go home. I did have a hot shower, lather on the heat cream (still had it from my mishap in Auckland) and curled up on the couch to read. But this morning, I do feel like an 80 year old woman. I am definately moving a lot slower and more gingerly. Surprisingly, I am still glad I went horseback riding. Who knew it was such an adventure activity?

So I am moving slow but am alright (don't worry Mom!) I leave for Christchurch tomorrow which will be nice. I have heard it is a really peaceful and old world city. Queenstown feels like a ski village... built for the sole purpose of the tourists and sport seekers that come. I need a change.

Love, Lisa