After breakfast we have some free time to relax before our empanada workshop. They are used in South America in the same way that we might use a hamburger - as a substantial snack.
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The dough was prepared the night before and divided into even balls |
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The different fillings have different shapes, chicken, beef, cheese |
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The instructors one is on the left, mine is on the right |
And next we watched lunch being cooked on the El Asado. The smell is incredibly good, but after lashings of empanadas for starters I cant manage too much.
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The fire is at the side, and raked underneath |
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Information board |
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The sausages are locally made - quite chunky meat inside
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After lunch Duncan and the other guys went out for a round of golf - a bit of a rough course, so I relaxed with a magazine in the sun. Then some of the group went horse riding. We are in the midst of Polo Pony country, and just as we would have rugby grounds, they have polo grounds, and a large Polo Stadium in BA.
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The golf course on the property |
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Duncan tries his riding hat on. Luma tries not to laugh. |
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Julene is an experienced rider, Bruce likes to think he is. |
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This is your horse, Sir. |
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First mount the chair |
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Part 1 accomplished |
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Foot in stirrup |
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Over we go |
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Push, Luma, Push |
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I don't know what she's adjusting now! |
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Team all ready to go |
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Off for a ride around the estancia |
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"Neigh, Thank goodness that's over, neigh"
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Later that afternoon we were joined with a very British, very horsey lady and two polo riders for a talk by a polo horse trainer and trader. He used to work with the royal family, and had some snaps to prove it. It was a great insight into how the game worked. Player 1 was mainly defence, and may not be a very good player. Player 2 dashed all over the ground, with a rotation of fit, agile horses, Player 3 was the strategist and shouted the commands as well as working with Player 2. Player 4 was attack, and got the honour and glory of scoring many of the goals. This person was often someone like Prince Charles, and the job of the team was to make him look good.
We hardly needed any dinner that night, but we managed to stuff some down with the help of a few glasses of wine.
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