Ride on the bordrline VIII

Going for the moon… As soon as the Don was healthy again, we packed our stuff. Four bags, one on each riding horse and the two bigger ones to be carried by the Mula, were filled with horse and travel equipment, food and a few human belongings. With the horses saddled and the bags loaded, […]

Ride on the borderline VII

Joining the herd... As it is with dreams that come true, in reality they look different than one imagines and although I had no further details about the days to come, my light-hearted approach made me show up at the agreed upon meeting point. Having arrived there on time, I waited for over an hour... Continue Reading →

Ride on the borderline VI

Ancient ways... Moving on without horses, I needed to get some distance between me and the vivid remembrance and would not come to a halt until I reached the Quebrada de Humahuaca.   With its impressive landscapes lying close to the Bolivian border and known to be used as a travel route for over 10.000... Continue Reading →

Ride on the borderline V

Finca days... I had booked my stay at the finca online and had my doubts, because I already knew that the owner lived in the city and held only business relations to the place. A moody gaucho picking me up,  didn't make it any better but when we reached the property, lying in the midst... Continue Reading →

Ride on the borderline IV

The first ride... One could easily get lost in the pleasantness of this valley, with its mild spring weather, good food and tasty wines. So for the first days I recoiled in myself, refilling my batteries. The following days I hiked the natural treasures in my surrounding and ended up at the dunes for a... Continue Reading →

Ride on the borderline III

Approaching... The evening before had chilled me to my bones and to go deeper into the Delta just didn’t feel right for the moment. So again, I got myself on a bus and hours later, the sight of the Sierra de Cordoba would mark the beginning of the next chapter of my journey. When I... Continue Reading →

Ride on the borderline II

First steps... Right after I landed, I got a first promising glimpse on horses just aside the road. Soon after, I was overtaken by the rhythm of the capital and the process of adaption.  I had arrived in time for a public holiday for the porteños, and atypically for Buenos Aires, the centre was near... Continue Reading →

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