
Woke up. Coffee. Ian, Joanne and Sam came to say goodbye. They were off to Perpignan to watch their eldest son play rugby. I had some toast and jam and then alex dropped me off at the most beautiful farm i’d ever been to. I was going horseriding in the camargue. Ok i know most kiteboarders will shake their heads at me for being into horses but i suppose you dont know me that well. I grew up on a farm just outside johannesburg, My grandfather was breeding with thouroughbreds, i’ve been riding for longer thn i can remeber. Ive fllen off so many times i ‘ve lost track, i’ve done some pretty high jumping but i suppose my favorite has always been to turn open the speed in the flats. Well today was my chance , i twas three of us. The owners daughter and some other slick looking italian bloke.i was riding a horse called Marengo, named after one of Napoleon’s horses, a gray Arab captured after Waterloo. We tacked up and hit the fields. It was green everywhere, we were riding along the banks of the Rhone river. La provance, Camargue, this is the stuff that French cultural history is built on and here i was in the middle of it. The girl told me to go and stop once i reach the road, I went, let loose completely. Havent felt that thrilled for a while, especially since France seemed to have a drought in wind and i couldnt get on the water. Aiii ! Was good. Alex’s mom picked me up two hours later. Went home and had some Couscous with lamb and veggies this time. Spent the afternoon reading and writing. We are off to have dinner in Arles tonight, in one of those ancient roman arenas i told you about in an earlier post . It should be good ! Im off to Barcelona tomorrow… a hole new adventure and hopefully some wind
Sorry for my spelling everyone, dont have much time to type these upddates, i get all taken away with it and end up writing more than i should an dits all very chaotic. I’t will take hours to perfect this. … so ill do that one day when i have time or when im old ….. hope you still enjoy it though !

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