We said we’d stay for 10 minutes
Five hours later we were still drinking beer and eating bbq beef with hundreds of real cowboys and girls
Yesterday I teamed up with Val. A nurse from Sao Paulo. More importantly she’s one of the few pilgrims doing the Caminho on foot
We’d seen lots of horse riders out in big groups. I assumed it was normal Sunday activity until we arrived in a one horse town called Fazenda velha. Today it was a 200 horse town
It was like arriving on the set of a John Ford western. Scores of men and women rode and raced their steeds up and down the street
Others lounged in bars. Getting steadily drunk on beer and the local brew
We were adopted by some locals and the party went on all day. At one point a local lass asked me to dance in the main street. Some south America beat.
If I know one thing it is not to trifle with local women when traveling
You dont know what could happen specially when the booze is flowing
“You are a long way from home Gringo”
I shuffled awkwardly inwardly praying none of the cowboys watching us was her husband. Or father.
But all was well. We were bundled into a car and driven to the next village where the revelry continued
It was the festival of the horse. Where locals show off their animals and riding skills
We left it too late of course. And finished the day in darkness
But not before a group of riders caught us up and insisted I ride a horse for a few km
I hung on for dear life as the prodigously pissed gaucho beside me swing from side to side but somehow clung on as we rode under an impressive night sky.
A fantastic day