Long faces are nowhere to be seen when trekking on Waiheke, discovers Pamela Wade.
I wasn't surprised to learn that Orlando Bloom screams like a girl when he's frightened. Nor that Tom Cruise only has one pace: fast. What made it special hearing all this was that I was wearing Orlando's boots at the time, and sitting where Tom sat.
This is the sort of thing that distinguishes an outing with Steve Old on a Waiheke Horse Tour from your usual trek. Of course the island's scenery is gorgeous - bush, farmland, views towards the distant city and over the turquoise sea in Te Matuku Bay - and it's a treat to be away from the traffic. Our route lay along private roads, up bush tracks and across paddocks.
Not that we were riding all that time. Steve offers a number of options, including picnicking under a gnarled pohutukawa, but this one had the particular attraction of lunch at Poderi Crisci, the Italian vineyard down the eastern end of Waiheke. It's not the sort of thing to hurry, and even though we weren't having one of Antonio's famous Sunday long lunches, we still settled in on the terrace for a leisurely appreciation of his home-grown vegetables, tender lamb and deliciously chocolatey dessert. And of course there was wine, a crisp rosé - it would have been rude not to.
So far, Steve hasn't had to cope with inebriated riders on the way home. The horses are so well-behaved that it probably wouldn't be an issue: certainly the novice rider in our group felt confident on Marmite, who looked after her well.