On the second rainy day in Zacatecas, I go, at the urging of Ernesto, the manager of the Hostel Villa Coloniel, to a rodeo. My feelings about the venture are very mixed.
The first thing I discover is that arriving on time in Mexico is not necessarily a good idea.
The rodeo is a university event and I have been informed by Ernesto that only the very rich can afford to participate in rodeos in Mexico – it is the the unique preserve of privileged hacienda kids. Real cowboys, it seems, have no place here.
After a while, boys in fancy clothes – who, it is true, bear absolutely no resemblance to the people we have been seeing on horseback on the rural back-roads we have been traversing – trickle into the arena and start to warm up.
Eventually, a somewhat unenthusiastic audience begins to fill the empty stadium.
After the teams perform a rather dreary set of exercises on their horses the real action begins. The competitors attempt to lasso a horse in the first event – a feat nobody manages to achieve.
The unsuccessful horse lassoing is followed by a second event in which the cowboys chase down a cow, seize it by the tail and then with some tricky leg manoeuvre, hurl the poor beast to the ground.
I tire of it all and leave long before it is over.



















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Anna — We continue to follow your travels, and we wish the best of luck on the next leg as you travel solo. — D & J
Great photographs of Mexican cowboys..
I love your cowboy action shots – they tell a story better than words. Interesting your comment about traveling solo again and the kind of attention you attract from women and girls. You are more accessable on your own, I’ve found. Great that you are still so happy ‘in your work’. Will you buy or make some new bike carriers? Lots of love Julie xx
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