Two weekends ago, I made a rather poor life decision when I thought it would be a good idea to ride a wild African bird. As I was mounting the bird (there was no saddle), I kept reassuring myself with run of the mill cliches that the decision was not entirely reckless.. "You only live once" "This is a once in a lifetime opportunity" etc. The ostrich, which was easily 8 feet tall, was visibly disinterested in having anyone on its back and so the second I mounted the ostrich it tried to violently buck me off. I was holding onto its feathers for dear life as the ostrich violently thrashed around. I could lie and tell you that riding an ostrich was exhilarating but the truth of the matter is that the whole time I was on the ostrich I was praying that I would not die. After I left the ostrich farm and vowed never to ride an ostrich again, I found out that the Africans made me ride the male ostrich which apparently is known to be (more) violent.. This of course explained why the Africans
kept laughing as I was thrashed around and thrown off the ostrich. At the end of the day, as I contemplated what I had just done I could not help but laugh myself - I had just rode an ostrich, who does that?! Until next time.
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| Ugandan instructing us how to properly ride the ostrich |
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| Excited, blissfully unaware of the atrocity that will soon happen |
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| Mounting the ostrich, which is attempting to buck me off |
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| Holding on for dear life.. grabbing the ostrich's feathers. Violently thrown off seconds after this picture was taken. |
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| Ostrich tracks |
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| Our trophy |
