Spending another day on a horse is just the thing I needed! It being the exact opposite of what I need, as all of this bouncing on my magical steed is just torture on my kitty butt, a point of fact I make clear on a frequent basis.<strong>"My Butt hurts! Are we there yet!? This resort better have a hot spring! Are we there yet!? I need someone to massage my Butt when we get there! It's so sore!"</strong>In between the complaining and the bouncing and the riding I busy myself with rummaging through my small wardrobe of clothes I keep in my bag of holding, wondering what to wear next for the after dinner festivities. About half way there something rather important comes to mind...<br/><br/><strong>"Why didn't I hire a carriage! Nuuuuuuuuuu!"</strong><br/><br/>Safe to say that I am totally exhausted by the time we reach camp after that horrendous and horribly long trip into the middle of nowhere. Falling off of the magic horse with a THUD, weakly looking for the promised land of hot springs and free food. Only seeing more forests and trees and more forest, as I sit up and pout. Already close to tears over how awful this trip is.