Mongolia🇲🇳A German calling brrrr in vain to get his galloping horse to a stop

Time to cash in on a cliffhanger. The German guy had had enough of being led on a leash while we happily galloped through the fields. His pent-up anger exploded in one go, and he got off his horse and stayed put. A few hundred meters ahead, we also stopped. The situation: the three of us with an angry guide because the German guy was angry at him, and a few hundred meters back, the German guy standing in the middle of the field. The English guy decided to switch horses. The German guy was now on the easiest horse and was allowed to walk freely. Meanwhile, we had gotten used to only galloping, and by urging our horses with a “chui,” we also got the horse with the German guy to gallop off. He had heard that the code word to stop the horse was a long-drawn-out “brrrr,” but he hadn’t picked up on the fact that it had to be accompanied by a short pull on the reins. A long, anxious “brrrrrrr” echoed through the hills as we urged our horses, including his, to maximum speed. Boy, he must have longed for the good old days when the guide calmly led his horse through the landscape.

That evening, back in Kovsköl, we played a lot of cards again, followed by a drinking game where the English guys were amazed when Cardiff wasn’t approved by the rest of Europe as the capital of a European country.

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