Pucon, Chile
We travelled along the same dirt track we had cycled along the first day we arrived. Only this time the sun was out and the trees were dancing in a light breeze. The same breeze had also bought ash from another active Volcano 10 miles away. As a result the sky was a misty grey. The horses we were due to ride were tied to the fence when we arrived at the farm. They were already kitted out with saddles and saddle bags. The courtyard area was quaint with a large tre...