I'm spoilt, I've travelled and I had doubts about our Morocco ride. I was wrong: the country was wild and unspoilt, peopled by Berbers and not tourists. My horse was superb. And Jonny watched over us all with eagle eyes, kindness and a relaxed, get-on-with-it attitude only denied by a twitching foot. I returned home feeling that I'd been challenged and determined to try Kyrgyzstan next time.