I should point out that I have only gone horseback riding once before, last year in the US. Although, it turned out to be muleback-riding, which I deduced after:
- Looking at the animal
- Reading the fine print in the stable's documentation, which pretty much stated that any four legged horse-like animal could be called a horse
- Seeing the competitors next door putting up posters that said 'No mules here!'
I was given a horse named Flugur, which I promptly renamed Flugvöllur. As we went for the trail ride, it wasn't necessarily that responsive (mostly it was following the horse's ass that precedes it) but I was able to get it to walk outside of the line for a bit. At one point, the horses started trotting quickly, which made the trip very bouncy, but still fun.
I'm looking forward to more horseback riding trips in the future, with more independent riding.
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Nice to hear that it went smoothly for you guys! I cracked up at the riding instructions we were given though. It had something in the lines of remember that shouting and screaming will excite the Icelandic horse, so refrain from doing that. It loves to hear you sing though!"
I should've asked if the horses would've liked me singing some communist anthems from the 70's. In Finnish. With my terrible voice. Don't ask me why I've been exposed to those though.
Or maybe it would've been just Lofsöngur. In any case I regret not trying.
So I could've combined the horse riding and the karaoke into one singular experience, then...
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