Posted by Globetrotting Stiletto
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The last time I rode a horse was in the Dominican Republic. Of course I got stuck with the stubborn, disobedient mammal who ignored all of my commands and did his own damn thing. At one point, homeboy got so feisty, I decided to climb off and return the problem child to his spanish-speaking owners. I was in a string bikini and flip-flops, fanny pack resting on my hips, trotting aggressively on a spirited horsey who I had minimal control over. He kept running, no matter how hard I yanked the stallion, he would not slow down. My girlfriends got a kick out of us, laughing at my struggle the entire time as they trotted in a perfect single-line formation, chests high, kinks blowing in the wind. I vowed to never ride a horse off American soil again. But then I was invited to Turks & Caicos and Provo Ponies was on the itinerary, and Ike in the stable, nicely groomed and well-behaved, I couldn’t resist and I’m actually happy I didn’t. Ike and I had a connection, from the moment I climbed on to the 15-year old horse, I felt safe. He was mild-tempered and appreciated my gentle touch. We got along just fine the entire time. My ride was active but controlled, from the stable, along the quiet dirt trail to Long Bay Beach, through the shallow waters of the Caicos banks and back, it’s obvious that Ike is one of Provo’s more seasoned horses. When you visit the island request him and tell Kelly and Kirsten I sent you.