“Not the most shining moments for Kuda P. We hope the horse is OK!”
We transferred to Canggu from Kuta Beach to the Aussie owned stables Kuda P. In short order the show that day goes terribly downhill. We ride the horses at a walk thru the jammed Bali streets for ½ the trip, horns honking and generally not so cool as the traffic whizzes close by us and we’re on the same asphalt. The chain stirrups are jamming into my calves thru heavy jeans, so the guide kindly lends me the chaps she had put on for the ride. (On our return I see a lot of chaps all on a bench, but no one had offered us them!) Then we finally get to “the beach” where the surf and waves are so high they have eaten most of the sand and isolated each now small beach segment cut off from its neighbor. So the nice English girl who is guiding the affair just takes us in circles around the short beach that is available. Over and over, ovals of 30 meters on the same wet flooded black sand watching the same waves. Like stupid. And with the waves looking strong and the horses passing thru submerged sand, leaving us with some concern, the sea just meters away very angry. Seeing a big dead drowned brown beach dog (which the waves had gotten the best of) which was carried this way and that by the waves and thrown on the sand didn’t give more confidence to the ride. And then our guide decides we will pass from our little beach where we’ve been going back and forth for some minutes, to try the next little one. That’s when the feces hit the whirling air distributor. I see my wife’s horse seemingly fall down, way down, and she is struggling to get off his back, the horse very distressed as I look on very worried. At that same moment my horse sinks down to the sand and my wife is yelling at me to get off of it. NOW! Mine was the tallest and most spirited one. I was worried how to get off the panicking horse safely. And the guides’ horses legs are fully sucked under the sand too, all the horses struggling. Sea water was swirling, black wet sand was stuck to the horses to my shoes legs etc. And I could see the horses were all panicking to try to pull their legs out cuz they were all down! As I managed to get off, only slightly cutting my hand somehow in a couple places, as the little blood later showed me, I struggled to move up off the beach and my legs sunk repeatedly in the wet sand to the knees with each attempt at a step! I mean like quicksand, just sucked me in. Real wet quicksand. Weird and scary. The trip was cut short at the horses being sucked up to their bodies in this wet beach quicksand. Once freed, we were with one local stable rider and 2 of the horses, the Brit with 2 other horses some distance from us. Someone on the beach came to tell us a car was being called and one of the horses appeared to be hurt. When we were back at the stable, the Aussie owner who had been cordial and seemed nice enough offers me 20% of my money back! We were lucky we didn’t end up injured or in a hospital. And later we were told that one of the horses collapsed and fell over a half hour after we had left.
I told the owner (graciously I felt) that she should give us back just ½ our money. She scowled like I was Scrooge himself and gave me back 40%! My jeans were covered and saturated with black muck as were my good new adidas tennis shoes. The athetic socks I was wearing didn’t come back white even after laundered. What a non-service oriented move. I understand, she was grieved about whatever may happen to her horse, but she is running a service business, and we went down with those horses. Even after getting back to the stable, calming ourselves down, washing up, rinsing our mucked up shoes, and playing with the baby which all took 20-30 minutes at the stables, my watch showed 10:40. We started the trip at 9am, so obviously the thing was cut short at about 10 (which is to say 1 hour of “riding” including taking us into quicksand and risking grievous harm to us and the horses. We had paid for 2 hours of riding. Then waiting for a car, riding back to the stable.) They needed their vehicle to tend to horses and guides stranded back on the road, so they called us a taxi which took some time to get there. Got to our hotel a lot later, and then just chilled out. Not really damaged, cuts minor, but busy with clean up from our grunged apparel etc. Not something that the owner had experienced before she said and probably could not have predicted. I hope the horses made it, seems possible it may have been in the end the worst for them
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