Wild Coast Trail Continues
We looped inland to see the Xhosa farms and the lush river valleys. Our horses were as eager to gallop the grassy hills as they were on the beaches. Sometimes we rode all day with a picnic lunch, but most days we arrived at our destination in time for a late lunch, and the afternoon free. Our horses were turned out in paddocks behind the hotels, the saddles and bridles and wet blankets cleaned, dried, and stored away by our guide and her hard-working staff, and we invariably found our way to the bar for a cold drink and directions to our rooms. We had time to nap, swim, walk along the beach, sit on the deck and argue about who won the beach races. We visited Xhosa craftsmen, took a boatride up the Nxaxo River to see the remarkable birdlife, and saddled up for a short ride at sunset.
We were never rushed, we dined well, we fell asleep to the sound of waves crashing, we didn’t see a paved road for a week, we loved our horses. That is what I call a vacation.
