It had been years since I was last on a horse. As a teenager, I picked up the sport and enjoyed riding. When I learned that my hay fever couldn’t withstand the environment for extended periods of time, I put down the reins and shied away from horses. But I couldn’t pass up the opportunity to go horseback riding with Chukka Adventures in the hills of Lucea in Northern Jamaica. Before we went hunting for crocodiles in the Black River, we rode through a village, an old plantation, and then the water. The latter, although seemingly “cool”, was probably not my favorite part. I felt so bad for the poor horse. He sounded like he was struggling to swim through the water underneath my weight. Needless to say, it did nothing for my self-esteem…can you say too many chicken patties? Poor horsey.
