
Girl on a horse (Photo by Anna Johansson)
Polo is a huge sport in this horse-crazy country and any serious equestrian should at some point in their life make a pilgrimage here to experience polo at its best. I headed to the Estancia La Porteña in the area of San Antonio de Areco north-west of Buenos Aires to realise a long-time dream and learn how to play polo.
Areco is situated in Argentina’s vast pampas, an area that is all about horses and gauchos. When driving on to the estancia’s 700-acre grounds we see horses grazing next to bulls and cows in the flat plains; it looks like a painting. Once at the farm and walking around the polo club we find horses literally everywhere, tied to trees and rails, saddled up and ready to go for a ride at any time.
We are warmly greeted and immediately offered some warm empanadas. The atmosphere is relaxed around the farm and owners and gauchos chat and drink mate as they polish bridles, prepare horses and get the polo gear ready.
My teacher for the day is Juan Pablo Cairo, a well-dressed gaucho horse trainer. He is dressing the horse as carefully as he has dressed himself: entwining the horse’s legs with polo wraps and putting the tail in a braided bun. The mane is cut short and stubbly. I am getting excited to finally get to try this prestigious sport.
“Are you ready for some polo?” asks Pablo and hands me the mallet. A metre and a half long and weighing 2kg, I suddenly realise this is not going to be as easy as I had first imagined.

(Photo by Anna Johansson)
My horse is called Nube, a white beauty and one of 35 polo ponies on the farm. She is calm and strong and we get along right away. I am an experienced equestrian, started just after I learned how to walk, but as we footpace away toward the polo field it strikes me: I am the pampas, the horse capital of the world, about to play polo with a gaucho; this must be the ultimate horse experience. I am in equestrian heaven and get chills down my spine.
Polo ponies are trained in a completely different way than what I am used to and I suddenly feel insecure about what to do next. Especially as polo is one of the most dangerous sports in the world. Having half a tonne of horse travelling across the field at 60km/h you realise you are dealing with quite some power.
Pablo instructs me to keep reins high in my left hand. The reins on a polo horse work like a joystick: small move forward means full speed forward, backward means stop and tiny hand shift to each side means steering it left and right respectively. The mallet is kept in the right hand and should rest on the shoulder while not swinging.
Pablo tells me that my job is simply to stay at a gallop, get my horse in line with the ball and either pass it ahead to a teammate or carry the ball down the field for an attempt at a goal. For an experienced rider it sounds fairly easy. Doing it proves to be another story.

(Photo by Anna Johansson)
Even at my first attempt at hitting the ball in slow trot I miss by about 40cm. Realising I have to lean over quite a lot, to the point where I feel like I will fall off, makes me improve slightly. I hit the ball and at the same time the horse. Pablo kindly reminds me to swing the mallet alongside the horse, not across its feet, and I feel thankful that at least those polo wraps are on.
In the midst of gallop and approaching the ball I go for the 360-degree swing and feel the adrenalin pumping. When I finally hit it I feel like a superstar. The excitement is accelerating and I feel determined to keep going.
It is like a race, a ball sport, and riding at the same time, and the workout is maximised. Keeping the horse in gallop through quick turns and swings is what I find most challenging. Pablo and I pass the ball around for a while and occasionally stop to work on my swing or to adjust hand positions when I automatically go back to riding dressage style. Time flies and after a while I cannot feel my arm anymore.
Despite it’s reputation as a rich kids sport, polo at the Estancia La Porteña is laid-back, genuine, and fun. Getting to meet the gauchos who train the horses is an incredible experience and the closest I think I will ever get to any kind of horse whisperer. And I am left impressed with the well-trained horses, which, just like Nube, communicate extremely well and do most of the strenuous work.

Horses in a field (Photo by Anna Johansson)
Leaving the estancia I am happy as can be having fulfilled a childhood dream. My body kept reminding me for days after that I had used muscles I did not even know I had. Pain aside, it was one of the most unique experiences I have had and I would strongly recommend anyone to go take a polo lesson and get a real taste of Argentine equestrian life.























