On a cold Wednesday morning, we arrived at a ranch some 20 minutes from Puerto Natales. A ranch with a wooden cabin in the middle, surrounded by horses and dogs. There weren’t trees or tall buildings, so it was already windy at the bottom of the hill.
Two friendly looking gauchos – with their red and black gaucho caps – welcomed us. They were our guides and horse-handlers for the day.
After brief instructions on mounting and dismounting, and on controlling the horses, we don on a red helmet, leg pads and green ponchos as scarfs. Looking ridiculous in my OOTD, I mounted my big, black stallion. Regrettably I did not get his name.