Horseback riding was among the first and most exciting things we did on the trip. Neither of us had ever ridden a horse before, but by the time a couple hours had gone by, we could hold our own even as our steeds (Bugs Bunny and Colones) galloped along the beach. The horses did, however, forget about their passengers from time to time, which made for some close calls. Let's just say we both ended up with a few scrapes. During one brisk jaunt beneath some low-hanging branches, Steve (a.k.a. The Marlboro Man) almost became a headless horseman. And all he got was a lousy torn T-shirt to commemorate his brush with fate....
