Jackie here – here to save the day, steal yo girl, and eat some pizza (all at the same time, of course.) I don’t know about you, but I love a good animal. Any type of animal – turtles, dogs, pigs – you name it, and I want to squeeze the cute out of it. Today friends, we are going to talk about one of my favorite animals – the majestic horse. The majestic horse and I go way back to Christmas time of 2015, where I became “Jackie the Jockey” on the breathtaking beaches of Jamaica.
Here’s how it went down. Alyssa and I (with her entire family), went on a family cruise through Royal Caribbean Cruise Lines (man, I wish I could say this was sponsored!) We had many adventures that I am sure you will become familiar with in upcoming blog posts. The cruise ship visited a total of 4 ports – Jamaica, Haiti, Cozumel, and Grand Cayman. Yes, I am living a terrible life …
Okay enough intro – let’s dive into the story.
With only half a day to explore Jamaica, Alyssa’s mom and I decided that we wanted to take a group tour of the beautiful scenery that the island has to offer. Through the Royal Caribbean tour place, we booked a 4 hour horseback ride.
It took about 45 minutes to get to the stables, where we were greeted by some (extremely) friendly gentlemen. The gentlemen and I hit it off right away, and soon after we arrived, we were all laughing and joking like old friends. Based on my size and weight, they chose “Chocolate” the horse for me. Let me tell you. This horse was amazing. She was kind and gentle, and was patient with me when I didn’t know what the heck I was doing. The whole ride I was thinking up schemes in my head on how to smuggle her back on the boat to be my pet.
Chocolate and I trotted down gravel paths, and up hills and through tiny streams. One of the highlights was that we stopped in front of a beautiful crystal-blue cove, and took pictures. (Helmet on fleek)
The ride lasted about an hour, and I was extremely disappointed when they told me to dismount. I thought to myself “this is it?!” I craved more. Then, they brought out the big guns - a giant, dark brown horse, one that I had to use a ladder to get on him.
The tour guides lined us all up one-by-one, and guided us in the water. At first, we started at a gallop, enjoying the cool ocean breeze, and dodging the floating horse poop. It was manageable, but I craved more. They gave us permission to go as fast as we want – and man, I flew.
I was going so fast, that I almost fell off a couple of times. It was like riding one of those mechanical bulls you see at bars (but way more fun!) I was squealing with laughter the entire time. You have not lived until you ride bareback on a horse in the waters of Jamaica. Sidenote: riding bareback will make your legs super sore the next day!
At the end of the tour, we said good bye to our new friends and hopped in the bus to go back to the boat. Although we only spent a little amount of time there, Jamaica was wonderful – not only for the sights and animals, but because of the people. I never felt like I was an outsider. I now have made it my mission to go back and see more of the island (hopefully fully immersing myself in the Jamaican ways.)