wild horses.
Horseback riding on the beach would be an elitist, expensive, perhaps honeymoon activity anywhere else but in Africa. TIA- as college students, we could afford to horseback ride on the most stunning beach I have ever seen.
Mounting my horse with ease, the trail started through a woodsy, lush, green area. Apparently, an Italian family owns the land we were on, and there is over 900-acres of it, but they never manage to visit said 900 acres of untouched land. Even though my horse hated me and flipped out a couple of times, there is something about being on an animal, walking along hundreds of acres of untouched land, with nothing man-made in view. I felt quite at one with nature.
The green land brought us to an almost desert-like area of sand dunes, that our horses climbed and lead us to a desolate beach of soft, white sand, on which only tiny birds had left their prints. My horse started galloping next to the waves of the ocean, the feeling as my hair blew in the wind, the adrenaline rushing through my body, it was a truly unreal feeling, that could come nowhere else but South Africa.
