Humans, Horses and Harassed by Mosquitos

Our first outing in Agadir was an exciting horseback riding adventure in the beautiful countryside. As our driver dropped us off near some camels, we couldn't help but be intrigued by their presence. While we waited for the horses to arrive, a confident twelve-year-old boy rode towards us on one horse, leading another by its head collar. After a brief moment of confusion, we decided to trust the young guide and followed his instructions on how to mount the horses. The pathway we took was serene and relaxed, with the horses displaying remarkable patience. Despite the language barrier, our guide tried to find common ground by asking if we spoke Arabic or French. I must admit, I took the opportunity to use a line of French I had learned in school that I had been waiting to use ever since.
"Je ne parlè pas Francais"... it only seemed to confuse him further. We continued our journey, embracing the awkwardness.

As we rode along, we encountered pesky mosquitoes that bothered both us and our horses. The horses would occasionally shift their heads back towards their necks, signaling us to shoo away the mosquitoes. With so many of them around, it was challenging to keep up. We ourselves felt the occasional sting on our ankles, but unable to reach them, we learned to ignore the discomfort. However, the peaceful surroundings, with the warm sun, the beauty of nature, and the melodic chirping of birds, made it all worthwhile.

We arrived at the corner of the Flemengo River, where the sun was shining beautifully on the water, creating the perfect opportunity to capture some stunning pictures. The way the sunlight danced on the ripples of the river was absolutely mesmerizing. It felt like a magical moment frozen in time. With my camera in hand, I eagerly snapped away, trying to capture the essence of that serene scene. The reflections on the water added an extra touch of beauty, making the photos truly captivating. In the distance a few locals squatting down by the river, taking turns jumping into the cold, refreshing water - judging by their gasps.

Our journey back took a thrilling turn, as we got to ride the horses as they galloped through the field. The wind rushing on our faces added to the excitement, although I had to keep readjusting to make sure nothing got crushed. Our instructor was skilled enough to get it on camera for us. Legend. Just before we reached my house decided to take a detour to a large bucket and start sipping on the water inside, causing havoc because the other horse became jealous. The instructor kept telling me to bring him back and I thought "How? He is not moving?". So he ran to me and attempted to pull the horse and in the process the other horse made his way to the water bucket too. This led to an amusing few minutes... just a couple of idiots on two stubborn horses being pulled. All five of us confused as to what we were meant to do next.