My weekend took an unexpected turn, as it transcended a mere horseback riding adventure. It becomes a metaphor for personal growth, environmental awareness and cultural appreciation, reminding me to look beyond the surface and embrace what life has to offer.

It all started with a rhythmic clopping of hooves against the sun-baked earth that reignited a long-dormant passion. I craved a substantial challenge, an adventure that would push my boundaries. My research led me to the venerable Jan Meda stables, a haven for equestrian enthusiasts steeped in tradition. With a confirmed booking and a heart brimming with anticipation, I embarked on a journey that would redefine my perception of the city I called home.

Stepping away from the urban environment and reconnecting with nature is important. The Jan Meda Equestrian Club exuded a rustic charm. I was greeted by a young stable boy Ephrem whose infectious enthusiasm for all things equine was evident in his every word and gesture. He spoke passionately about his lifelong bond with horses, his voice tinged with amusement as he recounted past tumbles – mere temporary setbacks in his enduring love affair with these majestic creatures.

Our excursion began with a visit to the stable's locker room. There, I was equipped with the necessary gear: knee-high leather boots that offered a sense of security, a plastic helmet for essential protection, and a sleek horsewhip, a tool not for dominance but for gentle guidance. After cladding myself comfortably, the moment of truth arrived – choosing my steed for the day.

The boy selected "Nestanet" for me, a melodic Amharic word meaning "freedom". It was a young, vibrant white horse, gleaming in the afternoon sun. The intelligent eyes sparkled with a spirit that mirrored my yearning for adventure. For himself, the boy chose "Emnet," meaning "faith" and we embarked toward a distant hill.

A surge of excitement laced with a hint of apprehension came over me as he outlined the itinerary – a captivating blend of urban landscapes, a bustling highway, the serenity of a hidden forest, and even the challenge of steep mountain roads. Was I truly prepared for this potentially risky escapade?

Trotting on horseback in the safely fenced arenas is one thing, going out in the open in the busy city traffic, then the forest and mountains is quite a different story. The current undertaking was completely different from my previous highly controlled and monitored experiences in Beka Ferda and Yaya village ranches. So I braced for the new adventure in great anticipation having pushed the limits and raised the bar. It was indeed an exciting challenge.

I grasped the reins. A long rope held by Ephrem for additional control in case of unforeseen circumstances provided a sense of security. We set off, crossing busy intersections near Menelik Hospital near the Arat Kilo area. Every time a wave of anxiety washed over me, the boy offered a reassuring nod and a calm demeanour. His unwavering confidence instilled a sense of trust, and I decided to surrender to the exhilarating rhythm of the journey.

My initial apprehension gradually transformed into trust in both the horses and my abilities. Successfully navigating the moments of fear showcased the importance of overcoming obstacles and the power of trust.

The rhythmic thud of hooves resonated against the asphalt while passing through narrow streets. Onlookers, a mix of curious residents and wide-eyed children, watched in awe as we passed. Some offered cheerful greetings, their faces breaking into smiles as they witnessed this unconventional sight amidst the urban sprawl. A young woman playfully requested a ride, her laughter echoing in the air. Children, filled with unbridled enthusiasm, rushed to touch the horses, their innocent joy adding an unexpected layer of human connection to the adventure.