![Hanging on with my knees]()
In Ecuador, I rode a horse.
The saddle fastened with old rope, as were the stirrups.
Nothing was official about this make-shift opportunist.
No waivers were signed, no helmet or experience asked.
I'm not one for adrenaline.
Now, waiting for biopsy results with most certain removal of a breast in my vacation calendar, I feel again the desperate squeezing thighs.
