Horse-handlers with their horses trampling towards you upon your arrival. I refused, since I’ve heard of the ill-treatments before my arrival in Indonesia. Apparently, my decision didn’t stand well with some others. But I stood firm. Don’t tell me the journey without these horses will be a long and tiring one. I’ll rather wait in the car and not go then to ride on one of these poor souls, that were simply born in the wrong body. In the end, all of us walked.
Spanking, trotting dangerously on uneven terrain, dusty environment, foaming in the mouth. The livelihood of the people is not a reason for animal exploitation.
Over my dead body. I’m sorry.