Adventure in Costa Rica with a horse named Kicker

When I was little I used to read a book series about a girl who got struck by lightning. But that’s not what fascinated me about the story, it was that she had a horse and knew how to ride them. I used to dream of someday being a jockey, possibly even own one. I dreamt of riding my horse down Rathburn to my best friend’s house, much to the envious looks of passerbys. Forget bicycles, motorcycles or cars. I wanted a horse.

I never did get a horse (surprise, surprise) and my fascination with horses was quickly replaced by hanging out at Square One, Falafel’s and Mikey’s (a billiard “dump”). But one day, a friend called me and asked me if I would be interested in going horse back riding as he was organizing a group outing. Are you kidding me? Of course I was! He didn’t know how much I loved horses or anything so it was pure coincidental. And so off we went to some ranch in burlington for our very first horseback riding experience. It was a bit cheesy since the horses trotted along a very short and narrow trail so slowly that a turtle could’ve easily passed us. But that didn’t matter. What mattered was, I rode a horse! Happy dance, happy dance! I still remember her, Peaches. She was a cream coloured beauty who I quickly got attached too during the 15 minute ride. I got my fill and I was good.

Fast forward years later.

Hubby and I went on a full-day excursion in Costa Rica that started off with a mud bath in the hot springs, followed by a 45-minute horseback ride up the mountains before ending the day zip lining down 10 lines. Yes, that’s right, horseback riding! Imagine my excitement. At first, they gave me a really big horse, my feet couldn’t even reach the stirrups, so I asked for a smaller horse. The guide reluctantly brought one out for me (apparently the last horse they had). At first, I wasn’t sure why he didn’t want to give me the smaller horse, but I soon found out.

Saddling up

Saddling up

We were all trotting across a wild field minding our own business when my horse decided he didn’t want to be one of the last ones, so he started galloping and pushing the other horses out of the way. Then he kicked the horse in front of me. Oh boy. What did I get myself into? That was when I found out his name meant “kicker” in Spanish. Light bulb went off! So that was why the guide initially gave me the bigger, apparently much gentler horse. Ding ding ding! I didn’t mind though, it made the ride very entertaining and fun. I didn’t want to go too slow, and Kicker made sure we didn’t. We galloped and kicked the other horses all the way to the top of the mountains, with me constantly apologizing to all the other riders. I did learn to control him a little bit by using the reins, petting him and changing his name (at least temporarily) to “good boy”.

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"Good boy, Kicker!"

“Good boy, Kicker!”

That was a really fun day, one I will never forget. I got to ride a horse named Kicker, what more could I have asked for?

How about you? What was a really fun day for you? And did you ever dream of owning a horse? Or maybe it was something else – a monkey, an elephant or maybe a tiger?

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Posted on March 23, 2013, in Travel & Life Experiences and tagged , , , , , , , . Bookmark the permalink. 3 Comments.

  1. Great story! and I’m glad you got to ride a horse. Kicker sounds like a mare with attitude!

    I was lucky, I had the same dream as you and living out in the country meant that I eventually got my own horse. It took a whole lot of nagging mind you, but it worked and I had a blast.

    A bit like kicker, my horse wasn’t the best behaved – he had a habit of trying to mount other horses when out riding in a group. It was a bit embarrassing but I learnt to shrug it off 🙂

    Having a randy horse was better than having no horse at all!!

    • Thanks, Lottie. Kicker did have an attitude but he was quite sweet as well.

      Must have been nice to own a horse! Do you still have him?

      • Sadly not – I’m talking several years ago now Astrid. He will be in horse heaven now 😦

        I haven’t ridden for about 15 years now – To be honest I think I’ve rather lost my nerve. I used to think nothing of galloping all over the place, jumping fences and doing cross-country events but I’m older now and don’t relish the falls anymore!

        It was great having my own horse. I really loved him and I spent hours cleaning out stables, cleaning all the tack, etc. Horses are very special but I don’t need to tell you that, you know it already 😀

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