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Final Push to the Border (2)
Sunday, November 28th, 2004Over the Line of Control
I again walked through the border area. The guards smiled knowingly at me and asked where my mare was. I replied she was safe and by the time I had reached customs check, most of the customs staff a Wagah border had come to see the “horseman.” I finally fought off […]
Final Push to the Border (1)
Saturday, November 20th, 2004The next morning the old farrier never showed up but some of the locals from last night did. I soon had the names of half a dozen farriers in town and set off to see a man about a horse.
The next morning the old farrier never showed up but some of the locals from last […]
Kurukshetra and Beyond
Friday, November 12th, 2004As King Kuru ploughed his land, Indra the king of gods visited him and asked him what he was doing. He replied “I am ploughing the land for growing the eight-fold virtues of religious austerity.” After sowing his left arm into the field with the chakra of Vishnu, the legend tells that he was visited […]
Off you go!
Saturday, November 6th, 2004“Off you go!” Those words resounding in my head had been symbolically uttered by Simone as I sat there on the horse, slightly confused by all the flashing lights and the attention one receives from being sat on a horse outside of Delhi’s premier tourist attraction. I have previously stated that the hardest part about […]
Leaving Delhi
Friday, November 5th, 2004A moment in time, sat on a horse outside of the Red Fort. Wondering slightly what I was doing. It was 2 pm on a Friday and I was sat on my horse Rosie outside of Lahore Gate in the famed Mughal Red Fort, Delhi, about to depart on a 10,000 km horse ride to […]
Beginnings
Saturday, October 30th, 2004This whole idea started almost 10 months ago on a dusty road in Burma. We are all born with that impulse to travel and I felt it most keenly after a year working in Australia. On a rickety bus ride an archeologist told me stories of a friend who had ridden the West coast of […]