I squeeze my legs around the barreled flanks of the pony, pushing him forward into a canter. The wind whips through my hair as the pony increases his speed, moving fluidly from a canter to a gallop as we cross the sun burned field. It is exhilarating. I’ve ridden horses since I was a little girl, but the thrill of galloping bareback with only a halter and ropes for a bridle across a field in Lesotho, is a new high.

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