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Horse Trekking in Mongolia

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Horse Trekking in Mongolia

Going to Mongolia and not going horseriding is like going to Grangetown, Middlesbrough and not getting happy slapped. Horseback riding in Mongolia is still the preferred mode of transport in the country. So when looking for places to learn how to horse ride then how can you not be tempted by a company who has a get out clause on their website as this:

“Personal Danger: Horseback riding is a dangerous activity. You can be seriously injured and you may be hours or days from major medical care. You need to understand this and be willing to accept 100% of the risk yourself. (Stepperiders is not liable for any illness, injury or death sustained while using our services.)”

Yep, this was the professional outfit that I had chosen to teach me the ropes and to make me into a Lone Ranger. It was true though, Mongolia being the vastest country I have seen, it is not like you can dial 999 and expect a paramedic to come out and inject you with a touch of morphine while your crooked limb is repositioned. It is more likely you will have to drink a litre of vodka and get airlifted out of the country, which literally could take days, I heard two separate stories of people getting hurt and taking up to 3 days to get help.

It didn’t put me off.

So the first day we, we being Johan, Evy and Andre, were asked ‘so you been on horses right?’ Lesson over.

We got straight onto the hairy beasts, trial and error was always the best way to learn when riding potentially lethal animals. Health and Safety take the fun out of things don’t they?

So there we are, on these powerful beasts thinking we were Frankie Detorri, trying to get these lazy bastard horses to go faster than walking pace. Those horses knew we didn’t have a clue. They were playing us and were not going to do any more work than they had to, so we hopped along, and would occasionally get a good gallop, but that must have been a fluke.

Come on, we had got into the rhythm of this but we wanted speed. We wanted the wind to whistle past our ears as we went pelting down the vast lands of Mongolia. After being on a horse for only once in my life before this time I was ready to dive into this with both feet. Give me Seabiscuit, I'm ready for some real fun.

The next day, we were given a new guide and faster horses, and this time we went on an 8 hour arse numbing ride.

You could hardly go wrong in Mongolia, I mean the land in parts was quite flat, and there were no fences, nothing to have to really navigate around. Looking at us, you might have even been given the wrong impression that we knew what we were doing. That is all I can think that the guide thought as he came up behind me, challenged me to a horse race, and whipped the arse of my horse. This was it, we were off. My horse lagging slightly behind all the time as if he was toying with me, actually, of course he was toying with me. He was weighted about two ounces and had been horseriding all his life. I had seen 6 year old boys saddleless on horses galloping light speed past me bouncing all over the place with only the reigns somehow managing to keep them from falling off. That was him 20 years ago. Fast forward in time and now he is playing about with this wannabe cowboy, and although I had been losing weight I was still a big heavy bastard, add to this the fact that this was in total only my 3rd day on a horse then I was never going to beat this guy. Try telling me that at the time though, I was catching up to him or at least I thought I was.

Then I was catapulted from the horse. One front leg of the horse had buckled and it had stopped dead in its tracks. I was flung forward out of the stirrups into the air. I don’t really remember flying, only the dramatic commando roll I did once I landed. The next thing I know I am stood on my feet!!!! Meanwhile Seabiscuit the crazy horse is sat nibbling on some grass….. The guide meandered back and looked about as worried as Sean Ryder chewing on a crocodile’s penis.

I obviously still had some lives left, as the next day I was given what I can only describe as a semi-wild horse, one that was just uncontrollable, one that as soon as his head was straight, it would shoot off in that direction at warp speed and there was no slowing down. I had to make sure that the horse was always looking up in the sky. This horse really needed a heavy dose of ketamine. When all my efforts to slow it or stop it had failed, I would let go of the reigns and then just hold on to the horse’s neck hoping that it would stop. The marijuana smoking Mongolian guide simply rode beside me and said “you are not very good”. No shit….

Now it has been said that I have a big arse, maybe that is true, but this arse was not padded enough for the beating it had taken over the last few days. We returned after a hairy 4 hours, I couldn’t sit down, having to lie on my front and side. I sit the afternoon session out; I had used all my lives up and didn’t want a ride in a Mongolian air ambulance.

Me on my horse, the day i was threw off
He is a little tinker...


Article By David Beattie of Rounton Coffee

Posted by beatski 20:22 Archived in Mongolia Tagged trekking horse riding stepperiders

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Those are ponies mate not horses they are tiny, what horse is head height with a human. Get on a real horse, those are for girls.

by martin

Martin, i have just grown taller!!!

by beatski

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