Después de comer vimos la hora y eran las 10:30 AM, fácilmente podíamos regresar a Guasdualito pero para ahorrar gasolina nos fuimos hasta un pueblito llamado “Puerto viva”, un lugar del cual había escuchado hablar muchísimo a mi mama y a mis tías, inciso aquí, tampoco saque fotos porque llegamos a eso de las 11:30 AM y el sol estaba en su punto máximo y yo no estaba dando para más, prometo que la próxima ida si tomo foto de todo con más calma. Bueno, llegamos y nos encontramos con un primo de mi abuelo (por si se lo preguntan no, no es un señor muy mayor) el cuál nos mando para el fundo (finca) solitos, menos mal supimos llegar porque si nos hubiéramos achicharrado bajo el sol.☀️
Llegamos a la entrada y justo a unos pocos metros se encontraban un ganado acostado, el cuál se negaba a pararse del lugar (casi nos corretean), al llegar como tal a la casa nos dimos cuenta de que no había nadie, el otro primo no se encontraba por ningún lado, a modo de espera, nos acostamos en un banco improvisado bajo un árbol y allí nos quedamos dormido por aproximadamente media hora, hasta que llego el primo y nos despertó.
Almorzamos y pasamos el resto de la tarde hablando y poniéndonos al corriente, debo mencionar, que era mi primera vez en el fundo y conociendo a los primos (esto ultimo hasta donde yo recuerde no los conocía). Fuimos hasta el matorral y habían dos terneritos uno tenia 3 días de nacido y el segundo 7, por alguna razón yo imaginaba que por los días que tenían serían más pequeños, pero no, eran de la altura de un pastor alemán (incluso un poco más grandes).🐮
Al segundo día, nos despertamos temprano, desayunamos y para esta ocasión estuvimos entretenidos escuchando historias del segundo primo, una de las cosas que nos comento y me aclaro, fue que la montaña que teníamos de frente era parte de la cordillera que pertenece a Colombia, yo esta tipo 🤯 porque no creía lo cerca que la teníamos.
Otra cosa que no me esperaba hacer era montar a caballo, gente yo no montaba un caballo desde los 9 años cuando estuve de viaje en Mérida. Todo esto se dio gracias a que mi hermano menciono que desde que había llegado al pueblo (Guasdualito) no había montado a caballo, no basto más para que el primo buscará la silla de montar y las cuerdas para buscar al caballo.🐴
Aquí es donde se pone graciosa la cosa, para empezar el caballo al cuál bautice con el nombre de “Rodolfo” tenía 7 años sin ser montado, es decir, andaba libre por toda la finca (como debe ser) lo cuál dificultaba su agarré, yo camine hasta cierto punto y mi hermano junto al primo se metieron a la parte donde estaba Rodolfo, mientras yo grababa, mi hermano patinaba en el lodo y por poco se cae en el, por otro lado estaba el ganado del día anterior (el que les mencione anteriormente) y me hicieron correr, aunque no estaba cerca de ellos, como que no les gusto mi presencia y tuve que escapar de ahí.
Una vez el primo logro enlazar a Rodolfo, nos fuimos a ensillarlo, aquí si me pude reír, puesto que el caballo estaba tan gordo que las cuerdas para sujetar la silla no llegaban, por lo que se tuvieron que empatar otras cuerdas para asegurar la silla.
El primero en montar fue mi hermano, puedo decir que se encontraba muy feliz por montarlo, después de un par de vueltas llego mi turno, no sabía lo alto que tenía que llegar mi pierna para ponerlo en el agarra pies (dato: mis piernas son tan cortas que apenitas llegaban la punta de las botas para agarrar donde se pone el pie). Como yo no sabía andar a caballo mi primo lo llevo de una cuerda, con todo y eso no logre que el caballo se echará andar, llegamos a la entrada del fundo y de regreso me soltaron la cuerda y obviamente me tensé porque no sabía como reaccionaría el caballo, esto fue algo que no duro mucho tiempo porque apenas aflojaba la cuerda Rodolfo se detenía y no caminaba, tenían que tocarlo y hacerle seña para que caminara, y para completar caminaba con flojera, en mi vida había visto un caballo tan flojo. 😂
Después de eso, almorzamos y nos preparamos para regresar al Piñal y de ahí a Guasdualito, el clima estuvo agradable y la carretera despejada, llegamos a casa de mi abuela a eso de las 5:30PM, cabe destacar que este viaje fue en moto, y es la primera vez en mi vida que hago un viaje de este tipo, y me encanto, aunque después el dolor de espalda paso factura, pero no importa, la experiencia fue totalmente renovadora y divertida.🏍️
English ver.
Tuesday, November 19th and a new trip began, this time to El Piñal, Barinas state. I was not able to take any photos of this place, since I was there to run some errands. Since we arrived early, after finishing the appointments I had (I was with my brother) we went to have breakfast. We found a place that sold empanadas. I ordered them with ground beef, sausage and chicken, with a pear juice.🥟
After eating we looked at the time and it was 10:30 AM, we could easily return to Guasdualito but to save gas we went to a town called “Puerto Viva”, a place that I had heard a lot about from my mother and aunts, by the way, I didn’t take any photos because we arrived at about 11:30 AM and the sun was at its peak and I couldn’t take any more, I promise that the next time I go I will take photos of everything more calmly. Well, we arrived and met a cousin of my grandfather (in case you’re wondering, no, he’s not a very old man) who sent us to the farm alone, thank goodness we knew how to get there because if we would have been roasted under the sun.☀️
We arrived at the entrance and just a few meters away there was a cattle lying down, which refused to get up (they almost chased us away). When we got to the house we realized that there was no one there, the other cousin was nowhere to be found. To wait, we lay down on an improvised bench under a tree and there we fell asleep for about half an hour, until the cousin arrived and woke us up.
We had lunch and spent the rest of the afternoon talking and catching up. I should mention that it was my first time at the farm and meeting the cousins (the latter, as far as I remember, I didn't know them). We went to the bush and there were two calves, one was 3 days old and the second 7, for some reason I imagined that because of how many days old they were they would be smaller, but no, they were the height of a German shepherd (even a little bigger).
On the second day, we woke up early, had breakfast and for this occasion we were entertained listening to stories from the second cousin, one of the things he told us and clarified for me was that the mountain in front of us was part of the mountain range that belongs to Colombia, I was like 🤯 because I didn't believe how close we had it.
Another thing I didn't expect to do was ride a horse, people, I hadn't ridden a horse since I was 9 years old when I was traveling in Merida. All this happened thanks to my brother mentioning that since he had arrived in the town (Guasdualito) he hadn't ridden a horse, it was not enough for the cousin to look for the saddle and the ropes to look for the horse.🐴
This is where things get funny, to start with the horse I named “Rodolfo” had not been ridden for 7 years, that is, he roamed freely around the farm (as it should be) which made it difficult to hold him, I walked to a certain point and my brother and cousin went to the part where Rodolfo was, while I was recording, my brother was slipping in the mud and almost fell in it, on the other hand there was the cattle from the day before (the one I mentioned earlier) and they made me run, although I was not close to them, they did not like my presence and I had to escape from there.
Once the cousin managed to rope Rodolfo, we went to saddle him, here I was able to laugh, since the horse was so fat that the ropes to hold the saddle did not reach, so they had to tie other ropes to secure the saddle.
The first to mount was my brother, I can say that he was very happy to ride it, after a few laps it was my turn, I didn't know how high my leg had to reach to put it in the foot hold (fact: my legs are so short that the tips of my boots barely reached where you put your foot). Since I didn't know how to ride a horse, my cousin led him by a rope, but despite all that, I couldn't get the horse to walk, we got to the entrance of the farm and on the way back they loosened the rope and obviously I tensed up because I didn't know how the horse would react, this was something that didn't last long because as soon as I loosened the rope Rodolfo would stop and not walk, they had to touch him and signal him to walk, and to top it off he walked weakly, I had never seen a horse so weak in my life.😂
After that, we had lunch and got ready to return to Piñal and from there to Guasdualito, the weather was nice and the road clear, we arrived at my grandmother's house at around 5:30 PM, it is worth noting that this trip was by motorcycle, and it is the first time in my life that I have made a trip of this type, and I loved it, although afterwards the back pain took its toll, but it does not matter, the experience was totally renewing and fun.🏍️
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