Gypsy

The minute the exam ended last year, I scuttled away from the city. With our funds pooled, me and Hamza decided to go horseback riding in New Forest but the events leading upto the ride were as much fun as the ride itself. In London, I managed to master chopsticks over lunch at Chinatown, shop on Oxford street, pierce wicked err places at Leichester square, and gather up the patience to listen to an hour-long fretting over wanting-to-get-a-tattoo but too-chickenhearted-to-get-one dilemma of my dear friend. By the end of that fret-hour it was too late and we had to get our butts moving. There was more drama in the Underground tube on our way to the Central. The samosas and bajis we gobbled down had us reeking with that Indian smell, and pretending it wasn't us didn't work that well, not given the close confines of the coach or our skin tones..

We made it to Southampton well after nightfall. Of course we got off at the wrong stop, what did u expect? I luv the way Fuzz chuckles and says "oops'' everytime we made a mistake. Anyhoo, before long, we were in the company of some very warm people. Out we went with the lads, with Ben putting on the best moves ever!. Brunch the following morning was enjoyable, mostly because of the good conversations we cooked up.. smthing about peoples' mentality not opening up enough despite gaining more education. We bid farewell and left for Brockenhurst in the afternoon, which was just about half an hour's train ride from Southampton.

Brockenhurst is a small village situated in the national park, New Forest. We managed to call up a taxi from the train station, and of course we didn't have the address of the hotal we booked, what did you expect? I thought he had it and he thought I did. No fuss, we got ourselves sorted in no time. We were dropped off at an exquisite cottage but the luxury wasn't enough to curb our starving tummies. Luckily we weren't too late to catch some dinner at the local pub, but the lack of night-time entertainment in the quiet countryside was a bit of a let-down. Tele kept Fuzz occupied while I caught up on my lost Zs.

Woke up to sunshine the next morning. It was a mild and beautiful day, the best you could ask of a wintery day. After a hefty breakfast, we strolled through the area before heading to the riding school. I was geared up and saddled onto Gypsie in no time, and we trotted through New Forest for two hours. Came across a grassland where several wild ponies grazed lazily, and it was hard to deter Gypsy away from grazing on the grass or darting towards the low shrubs. Here's a picture of Gypsie for ye.

Cute, isn't she? I'm dying to go riding again. Two more weeks to go before I'm done with me exams. Meanwhile I can't seem to think of or talk about anything else..