I had just spent a long day on a bus with a sea of rice vomit running up and down the aisle, then a ferry, them a psycho minibus driver
We arrived and had a 2 mile 15% grade climb. I did nor want to get on that small horse but was railroaded.
He did fine and I got happier. That Welsh Mountain Pony stallion was not only carrying me, he was bucking and rooting everytime we got within 50 yards of a mare. It was comical.