No!!!! Not me you fools - in the foreground
After the obligatory photos arriving at the reception centre, we enter the room.
Two things strike me
First of all, in the middle of the room was an entire pig that had been roasted - struck me as being Bacchanalian.
Second - all the tables were fully set - food and all
I looked across at Squish and the other couple and noticed that the other (re)Groom looked misty eyed and emotional. I found out later that it wasn't the wedding - the pig on centre stage was HIS . . . . . . . .
So everyone is seated in order and then the MC says something liked DIG IN or words to that effect and people start eating.
ALL THE FOOD IS COLD (no surprise I guess). Another thing NO GROG - only Cokes and a Fanta equivalent. I think I had a mouthful Embotido/Embutido (Filipino Meatloaf made from either pork or chicken) and a bit of stuffed fish. Frankly - I didn't have too much of an appetite.
One more ceremony left - cutting the cake combined with releasing the doves. The latter was one of the cruelest things I've seen.
Girls looking for a HOT Date
He's behind you ladies .. . . . .
The doves are in a rattan cage suspended from the rafters, we pulled on a ribbon to drop the floor and set them free - the thing is their flight feathers on one wing had been taped, so despite their best efforts they simply fell with a thud to the ground.
They then wanted pics of us pushing the doves' beaks together and then we kiss, followed by us releasing the doves. Obviously they would have come crashing to the floor again, so i refused. I agreed to do so on the condition their wings were untaped, but the reception centre owner refused saying they get used again. I offered to pay for the birds, but to no avail. I simply refused to do the releasing bit and asked the other couple to follow suit - fortunately they agreed.
We then walk around the reception hall and are photographed with each table.
Guess what - after 90 minutes - it's all over bar the shouting. So that's 2 hours in the church and 1.5 hours for the celebration. Probably because they had no VB 😉
One positive that came out of it - with the mountains
Is there hope left???
What happens when you miss out on the bridal bouquet
of food prepared, there was a bucket load of left overs - the local paupers and homeless who'd gathered around the outside of the reception centr became the beneficiaries of this. The pig, which to this time had not been touched was taken home.
When we got home, I went straight to bed for about 4 hours. When I awoke, they were carving the pig which WAS STILL HOT.
I went back to bed.
Today I'm out of bed (feeling about 60%) and I'm supposed to meet with a local street hawker and learn how the make the street version of Almondegas - but Squish has gone off &^%^%#%$@ shopping again. . . . . time will tell
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No comment here about food safety, though I do have to admit that I feel sorry for the poor guy who sacrificed his pig. And of course the doves. We humans do some mighty weird stuff.