As we make our way slowly back down, I can hear dogs going mad in the distance, but getting closer. Then I realise it’s not dogs, but howler monkeys, foretelling the impending thunderstorm. We push on a little harder, and hurry through the village, part trot, part canter as the first spots of rain start to fall. We are lucky that it is only after we have dismounted and relieved the horses of their tack that the torrential rain starts.
After the strenuous activity of the past few days, I’m ready for the massage and pedicure we have booked before the group dinner in the evening