Sunday, 13 January 2008

horses and material assets


Don´t know if it is just me, but the thought of riding a horse doesn´t exactly inspire confidence in my future child producing department. On this occasion the elegant thought of galloping along the beach with the sun in my face took precedence.

Alex is an Argentinian who came to Morro de Sau Paulo 9 years ago and never went back. Having married a Bahian, who happened to live in Argentina for 15 years, he bought a wooden house tucked in jungle on the quieter side of the island and takes out visitors for tours of the island.

The first i knew of him was a question on the main strip of sand that they call the morro high st. ´Do you like to ride´, i shaked my head, but said that the lady next to me was probably a better bet for his sales pitch. And now looking out over the whole of the island and bay in the bleached out sunshine it felt all worth it.

We decended down sandy tracks that I´d find it tough to get a mountain bike down, rode along the beach and stopped for a beer at the supermarket. Then in the vein of my fantasy we galloped across the island and amazingly I didn´t turn into a unach...

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