At first, when I heard my best friend telling me about my dream of going to the Mongolian steppe on horseback, I laughed and thought: “Oh, wonderful, but also a myth!”.
And then, every time I met, my friend talked about that journey, about the information she had gathered, which sounded very engaging and practical. It doesn’t seem as fictional as I thought it would be.
Signing up and having to deposit the tour 6 months in advance without knowing anything about horses and riding is our determination for this trip. We started to find out where to learn to ride.
That was when the city had no way to drive, where to go to ride a horse! Should not go up to the plateau? Fortunately there is a school for riding, mainly for children. So during those six months, every weekend, we gather here, learning to be knights.
From basic steps such as riding horses, feeding horses, holding reins properly, to getting on and off the horse are all new to us. We are excited about being able to gradually control and control the horses, from slow-moving, trotting to galloping and hurdles.
Most importantly, learn how to “talk” to them using body language. Gripping a horse’s mane, for example, is a sign to gallop. Or hustle the horse to run faster, or pat the butt to praise and thank them.
Bruises, mango falls, and body moisture were also gradually reduced. Instead, it is the joy and joy of learning new skills. The closer we go, the more confident we feel, ready from both body and mind to conquer the Mongolian steppe.
We waited for about half an hour when a herd of nearly 50 horses appeared from afar. White horses, black horses, brown horses came together with ice.