It has always been a dream of mine to go horseback riding along the beach. I did go one time years ago when I went to Puerto Vallarta and it was a nightmare. The horses were so skinny and tired. I ended up paying but after 15 mins I turned around and said I wanted the rest of my time to be letting the horse rest. It was so sad.
So I was worried about going horseback riding again in Mexico. But, I kept reading about this wonderful place called Randi's Happy Horses. Everyone who wrote about it on this forum said it was great.
Randi was from USA and moved to Mexico about 17 years ago. She always had a love of horses and so she bought 50 horses and opened up her riding business. I kept reading about how well her horses were treated and how fun the ride the was.
You get to go through a beautiful tropical forest and then ride along the beach. After your wonderful ride you would stop at a resturant on the beach for a lovely home cooked lunch. Then you would have time to swim in the ocean and relax before heading back to the ship.
Sounded great to me. So we signed up and was so looking forward to this trip.
The above photo is Randi. The owner of Randi's Happy Horses. At first I thought it was a joke. I was fully expecting a lady in her 30's who was fit and rides horses all the time.
We were met with an elderly lady who smoked like a chimney and drank like a fish. Yes, even at 8:30am she was drinking a beer. She could hardly walk. Taking baby steps and seeming to be in pain with every movement.
But, she was very nice. She told us she no longer rides the horses but she would be taking us to the place where we get on and a guide at the ranch would take us and then she would meet up with us at the resturant to take us back home.
The smells were indescribable.
Inside was even worse then the outside. Again, my heart broke for these people. I just wanted to empty out my wallet and give everything I had to them.
But, the family were wonderful people. The father spoke very very little English but we had some good laughs with him as we both tried our best to understand each other.
You could tell he was a proud man. A generous man and he wanted us all to have a fun time.
I did manage to tell him my friend Judy and I wanted a GRANDE (which means large in English) horse. I didn't want to have a skinny sick horse. So he called everyone to their horses.
Well I was last and I had the biggest horse. I asked for a step stool because there was no way I was going to get up on this horse. The son spoke English and said they did have one but his dad wanted to get me up without one.
Without any warning the dad was lifting me up and pushing me up on the horse. I started to laugh so hard I couldn't move. I kept telling him to wait! But, he wouldn't wait and he pushed me up on that horse so hard and fast I almost flew over the other side.
Once on top I pointed to myself and said Gordita! (Which in English means chubby or fat). The dad started to laugh with me and showed me his muscles saying "Strong" as he did.
I was laughing so hard I was crying. Then it was time to go on our ride.
This was the beautiful Tropical jungle we road through. Not what my mind had pictured. But, it really didn't matter. My legs were killing me. I had not ever spread my legs so far in my life. I felt like I was going to rip in half.
When my horse would trot or run I thought I was going to die.
Now before I came on this trip everyone told me I would be sore for days if I went horseback riding. I kept saying no I wouldn't. I had gone not to long ago and I was fine. Well the horse I had wasn't as big as this one.
It's ok to laugh. I was laughing the whole time even though I was in pain.
It was already so hot out. Even though it was only around 9:00am the heat was so bad. It was so humid that everyone was sweating and looked like they just got out of the water.
Then we saw the trail that was going to lead us to the beach. The nice beautiful beach I heard about.
When we first got to the beach I noticed it was pretty dirty and there was a smell that was not pleasant at all. But I figured just up ahead was the pretty part. So one we road.
Well the more we road the more the smell got to us. There were thousands of dead fish washed up on shore. The water was full of trash and was a yucky brown color.
Then we saw a large sea turtle washed up and was rotten. Oh my gosh! It was just sick!
We finally got to the resturant on the beach. Randi was there to met us. Again, smoking and drinking. We all looked around and said there was no way we would eat there. They had no running water, no electric and it looked filthy.
She said ok "Well then, you can go in the water as we have two more hours until we have to leave." What! She wanted us to go in that stinky water that killed all the fish? No way!
We all agreed we would rather just go back early and go back on the ship. So we did.
So now that is two times I've gone horseback riding in Mexico and two times it was a nightmare. I won't be going for a 3rd time.
I do think the horses were taken care of though. They were not skinny and didn't seem to be abused. So that was good.
But I was never happier to get back to the ship then that day. I went right to my cabin, took a shower and changed my clothes.
I couldn't walk for the rest of the day without pain but the next morning I was fine.
Even though it was a nightmare ride I am still happy we went because we laughed so hard and still laugh as we talk about it.
Oh, before we did go back to the ship Randi told us that the people who were on that forum were her "friends". Whenever someone posted anything bad about her or the horses her "friends" would get on there and tell everyone how wonderful she and her horses were. So please don't always believe everything you read.
Hope you got a laugh out of this story like we did.