I took a shot of the ponies up in the hills because there was a beautiful golden one. You see a lot of horses that are either blatantly metallic, or have that sheen to them.
We crossed a number of little wooden bridges. After the first two, I had to close my eyes.
Ponies. If you love horses, Kyrgyzstan is the place to come. I have already indulged in a little fantasy where I come back here with my friend Jayne and we run pony treks through the mountains.
Yurt and children on a pony.
Checking the dirt.
Campfire.
4 comments:
What, am I not invited?
This whole pony thing was kind of my idea. I'm claiming it.
The mongolian ponies are all you! And now the Kyrgyz ponies are all you and Jayne.
Sounds like Jayne and I need to meet. As long as she is OK with me singing "the girl they call Jayne" for about the first three days.
Jayne would respect the need.
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