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| A collection of saddles and bridles outside my tent |
The day dawned when we woke on the Argentinian side of the Andes mountain range knowing that we would soon cross the border into Chile.
After breakfast cooked on the fire,
We saddled up our horses.
The morning was spent riding higher and higher as we made our way towards a certain, iconic volcano.
We finally crossed a river into a National Park that straddles the border with Chile.
Sadly our Argentine horses were not permitted to cross into Chile due to veterinary controls. We ended up having to walk through passport control, out saddlebags flung over our shoulders.
To our surprise the most wonderful lunch was awaiting us, together with glasses of Chilean champagne.
Small, but beautifully presented horses were tethered up under the bushes.
I was given a Palamino.
We rode off, descending from the Andes watershed into valleys which seemed to be surprisingly Alpine in appearance.
My little pony proved quite a handful, but a sparky and amusing ride.
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| Sophie Neville having ridden across the Andes into Chile |
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