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Short Trail Description
Andorra and Spain – 2 countries in 11 days – along a 350 km trail the Andorra Trails offers probably the most challenging horse-riding adventure in Europe. This outdoor packed trip goes from the Mediterranean coast to the central Pyrenees. It is an impressive trip for adventurous nature enthusiasts. You will sleep out in the wild for 3 out of 12 nights. It is not only the longest trail we offer, but at the same time one of the toughest trail rides worldwide. An altitude difference of 11,000 metres is covered during the trip – a number that is hard to beat on horseback!
Duration
- 13 Days / 12 Nights / 11 Riding Days
- Up to 9 hours in the saddle per day.
Participants
- 6 - 10 Riders
Scenery
- Mountain & Sea
- Pyrenees
Highlights & Facts
- 3 nights sleeping under the stars
- Cosy evening in a spectacular rock canyon
- Spectacular views on the Pyrenees of Spain, France and Andorra
- Back to the roots – an unforgettable experience in untouched nature
- Swimming in a mountain lake at 2500 m
Dust on my boots, Stories in my heart! After nearly three decades out of the saddle, I returned to horse riding with a sense of quiet hope and was met with something far beyond expectation. I’ve now completed three rides with Panorama Trails: The Coast Trail, the Outlaw Trail and, before those, the magnificent Andorra Trail. Each one left a deep, irreplaceable impression. All very different. All unforgettable. But it’s the Andorra Trail that carved itself deepest into my soul. A true adventure in the fullest sense of the word. Demanding, yes, but breathtaking, humbling and everything I love most. From the very first moment, it was clear that this was not your average holiday ride. This was a meticulously choreographed expedition across remote mountain paths, thundering rivers and wide-open vistas that make your heart swell. The logistics were seamless. Every detail thought through by the extraordinary team - Rudi, Marionna, Luis and Nacho - who not only guided us, but lived and breathed the trail with us. They cared for the horses as tenderly as they cared for us. Nothing was rushed. Everything had purpose. And the horses, what can I say? Mine was Cordobès, an Andalusian whose power was matched only by his grace. Watching these animals navigate steep, narrow descents and bold river crossings with such confidence was awe-inspiring. You trust your horse with every step and that trust becomes something quietly beautiful. We rode for days through the high Pyrenees, each landscape more astonishing than the last. We picnicked beside waterfalls, shared stories by candlelight in mountain huts and watched the horses roll in the evening light after a long day; pure, unfiltered joy. One night, after a long day in the saddle, we arrived at a tucked-away camp in the Catalan hills. Sadernes. It felt like stepping into a secret. The kind of place that doesn’t announce itself, but gently unfolds. The horses had been seen to, relaxed and well-fed and we slipped into refreshing water washing away dust and effort and thought. We came out renewed, ready for whatever would follow. What followed was one of those rare, golden nights. We gathered at a long wooden table under the open sky, drawn together by hunger and the day’s shared rhythm. The food, local, generous, made with care, seemed to appear just when we needed it. There was laughter, stories, that quiet contentment that settles over a group who’ve lived something real together. Later, Luis picked up a guitar and together with the Spanish riders they sang. We sat by the fire until the dark deepened around us and the stars freckled the skies. And then, the cherry on the cake: a round dome tent nestled in the trees. Inside, a circle of colourful mattresses, like petals of a flower. We lay there, listening to the soft murmur of fellow riders still talking into the night; horses, trails, life. In the morning, light filtered through the canopy, and it felt like we woke up not just in nature, but inside something rare. It’s a night I carry with me. Not for any grand moment, but for the feeling: of ease, of connection, of having belonged, just for a while, to something quietly perfect. This so much goes beyond a trail ride. It’s a journey. At lease I went home with dust on my boots, stories in my heart and something quietly shifted inside.
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