11/06/2025
These herdmen watch their horses so very closely through this trip. A little brown horse was becoming footsore. During this journey, he was not one of my 2 horses. But there was something quiet special, when I walk over to see him. This was my very own little Rocket horse, that I'd ridden last year.
With some help through translation, it was asked if I could put these magical Scootboot on this tiny little rocket. Easily fitted, they were as perfect as Cinderella's shoes. So on I hopped to do the first 20kms making sure they would stay. Long stretches of trotting, through a deep boggy creek, into long grass. These boots did not shift. Stopping at ruins of an old ancient fortress. Off I stepped from the rocket & handed him to Rossi.
After a quick look around, I was back on my rednut. Here I could watch these awesome Scootboots boots trot through now thick sand. We're travelling much quicker, it's nearly the end. Our fearless leader, is trotting without mercy. Knees are aching all around with riders. But no one is complaining, because the pain we're feeling, it's all for these children.
Finally we spotted camp, hidden completely from sight. Only spotted 50m away from on horseback. I'm now a complete filthy grub, barely dealing with myself 🤣 only one more days riding till I will be right back in town, to wash the filth of the steppe off my wearing tired body. But definitely not my smile 😊
