Saturday, 8 April 2017
GAUCHOS IN PATAGONIA - A Short Story
It was an annual event. A chance to do a little business.
A chance to meet old friends.
A chance for the local ranches to showcase the quality of their meat.
Who doesn't like a barbecue?
Matias and Pedro couldn't carve the meat fast enough for the hungry attendees.
Matias paused. It wasn't even midday and he was tired already.
Pedro looked around, wandering when the rodeo was going to start.
He spotted his cousin strutting across the cordoned off arena. Did this mean they were preparing to begin?
Pedro grinned in relief. This is why he was here, never mind the family get togethers, it was the horsemanship he wanted to see.
More gauchos were keeping their horses' fidgets under control by riding them around the arena.
Would the rodeo ever begin?
Pedro got word that they were waiting for the stand-by ambulance to arrive. Nothing was allowed to start until the ambulance was on-site.
Pedro grimaced, 'it's quite something that Health & Safety has spread it's insidious net to the arse end of Patagonia,' he thought.
I hope you enjoyed the second story in my South America series and I look forward to reading your comments.