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The adventures of Fe & Chris

Horses, home-made fireworks and the Catholic church

We had a lovely day today. We went to the village of San Juan Chamula on horses. Initially we thought our steeds to be lovers as they were utterly inseparable (we found out later they were mother and son - oops!).

We plodded along roads, tracks and paths, through forest and farmland, happy in the knowledge that we were in absolutely no control of our beasts - they just did what they wanted and knew mostly where to go. Mine had a slightly erratic start by electing to go 90° to all the other horses; of course Fiona´s followed.

The village was the most amazing place; it was like we had been transported into another world. All the men and women were dressed up in fluffy soft-toy fabric. The prominent feature of the massive central square was the Catholic church.

Being Sunday there was a buzz of activity in and around it. We had arrived just before the main event - lots of people were crammed inside the pewless church variously sitting on the pine-needle carpeted floor, or standing quietly. Others stood chatting or randomly strummed or thumped instruments. Incense and burning pine wood filled the air and the tables at the sides of the church were covered in hundreds of candles. A semblance of proceedings started to assemble itself so we retreated back to the square before we were kicked out.

Back in the square I went to the loo. It was the strangest of urinating experiences. I peed into a ankle high square trough shoulder to shoulder with other fluffy bodied, sombrero wearing men, all crammed in doing the same thing.

People crammed into the church until they exploded out like a bottle of fizzy pop. They proceeded to parade around the square on a carpet of pine needles (poor trees - the catholic church has a lot to answer for). There was lots more incense waving and small pyre being walked around. Completely random musicians played jazz like music that seemed utterly unsuited to the occasion. Women carried odd looking effigies of women on chairs that I couldn´t identify.

Meanwhile, the in the middle of the square thousands of home made fireworks and bangers were being set off. With all the smoke from the pyres and incense, coupled with the banging it was rather more like a war zone than a religious ceremony and was without doubt one of the highlights of our travels.

On our return journey I formed a strong bond with my horse. I had command over its direction and speed, within certain tolerances, and we led the pack for quite a way. Fiona´s bottom was suffering slightly so I got shouted at when I encouraged my steed to accelerate - hers always followed suit. Ouch.

Fiona is sitting next to me in moderate agony. My finely toned buttocks are fine.

10 Comments »

  Keir wrote @ October 8th, 2007 at 3:55 am

Chris and finely toned buttocks are two things I thought I would never hear in the same sentence. Sorry sir but you do not have buttocks to allow for them to be classed as such!

  lachlan wrote @ October 8th, 2007 at 4:23 am

I think what Chris means by “finely toned” is actually “devoid of flesh” and thus there is nothing to get uncomfortable as it is merely bone.

  Graeme wrote @ October 8th, 2007 at 7:35 am

I bet the girl in the cave (Actun Tunichil Muknal) had bigger buttocks.

  Fiona wrote @ October 8th, 2007 at 10:56 am

Chris has asked me to defend his lovely behind, however given the pain I am currently in, I´m not sure that I´m that inclined to. He seems to think his lack of bruising is due to his well-developed muscles (his words, not mine) - I think it´s because he´s only bone (not that I have a fat bum I´d like to point out - I´m sure more padding would have been an advantage too).

  Keir wrote @ October 9th, 2007 at 2:51 am

fantastic! Chris can no longer fight his own battles. Having previously sent us revealing pictures of him showering (and can I just say that the only thing being revealed were his bones) is it no wonder we lay into him. Also you would think that by now he would have realised that by putting himself on a pedestal he would get attacked. Please watch

- by the way did I tell you I am great (and my proof is that I put forward I just ran a marathon)

  Soph wrote @ October 9th, 2007 at 3:49 am

Fe’s sore bum and Christopher’s lack of soreness may well be do to the shape of their bums! (oops there’s an exclamation mark - I think it’s a girly thing). Not their musculature nor any other padding or lack of it - but the difference in shape between male and female pelvi. The female ischial tuberosities (those being the bones you sit on) being wider apart and at a different angle, may not rest in the appropriate cushioned bit of the saddle (apparently saddles do come in different sizes to allow for this but I suspect that choice of saddle wasn’t an option)

Anatomy lesson over for today (and no wikipedia in sight!)

  Chris wrote @ October 9th, 2007 at 8:35 pm

The saddle had no padding. It was made of wood. I have a fine arse; I don´t know what you are talking about.

Keir, please watch what? Well done on your marathon.

  Keir wrote @ October 10th, 2007 at 1:05 am

I was just saying please watch as folk abuse me for claiming to be great. But nothing has come. Ho hum

  lachlan wrote @ October 10th, 2007 at 3:33 am

Keir, you’re not great, In fact you are oh so not great. You are so not great that it demeans the world “great” to be used in reference to you, unless the statement was “Keir is a great wummock”
Happy?

  Graeme wrote @ October 10th, 2007 at 4:39 am

Interesting, I just did a web search for great wummock. Nothing came back, but under great wummocks there was a quaint village in Englandshire and a picture of Keir and lachlan - nice.

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