DEATH BED

I am woken at 3 in the morning. Mark has come home pissed and as he is climbing into bed on the top bunk, the whole bed collapses on top of me all the slats drop through and really hurt me. I am really annoyed and all Mark can do is laugh. I go down to the reception and the guy comes up to take a look, after 20 mins or so he declares he has fixed it, but as soon as Mark gets back into bed it collapses again. Mark goes this time and i fall back asleep. When i wake in the morning Mark is not there , but i enjoy the peace and quiet and sit on the rooftop writing my blog in the sunshine. Everbody has a lie in and join me on the terrace at 11ish. Sofie didnt get in till 6 and is feeling as bad as i did yesterday. We all agree that we shouldnt spend a day lounging around again so we book the horse riding for this afternoon, while Mark opts for doing a tour of the nunnery.
The guy picks us up from reception and drives us to his small holding of sheep and horses. The horses are in an enclosure and we get the option of choosing which one we want. we are all laughing at who will get the one that looks like an old knacker. I get Ricky and we exit the yard onto a main road i am shocked at everybody beeping trying to scare the gringos of the horses. They are unsuccesful as im sure the horses are used to it by now, but things are about to get worse. We round the corner up a slight hill and as i lead my horse pulls back. The guy comes to the front and theni see that we have a huge cobbled hill to go down. Im not really comfortable with this as the horse is slipping and sliding down here , and Sofie has actually got off her horse. We head down to the bottom of the valley with trees slapping us in the face, and i cant believe that this path is used everyday, but weve paid now and i aint getting off. Meanwhile Sofie is still not happy, and the more she moans the funnier it seems to get bless her.
Down in the valley we can hear a celebration going on and the sound of Elvis echos through the valley below , these really are surreal moments. We trek across the river and about a mile the other side winding back up the hill on the other side and come to stop so he horses can graze. We retrace our steps and our guide decides to take of in a canter an the other horses follow suit with Sofie screaming at the back tell him to stop. I cant even speak for laughing and i feel bad on Sofie, but i think the hangover is mainly to blame. We take a short path down and it leads us to the side of the river where we dismount and sit by the river with the snow capped mountains in the background. Hold on i feel a song coming on ........🎶The hills are alive with the sound of music.🎶 Really it is that beautiful. Sofie and Olivia swap horses and we head back up the path. At this point the guide says we can run if we want, and i think the horses are used to doing this as without any giidying up they start to trot. Sofie once again is fuming and at this point decides to dismount and let her horse go free narrowly missing getting hit by a car. As we make our way back up the cobbled ' mountain' Sohie follows behind on foot. we return back to the farm and wait around while he unsaddles the horses and returns them to their yard before putting his taxi hat back on and driving us back to the hostel. Mark didnt make it on the City tour, as he spent so long in the nunnery. We head out for food as we have a 3am bus to catch ( im supposed to be on holiday) and have the most amzing meal before packing and getting into bed xRead more