I was in a friend’s village a few weeks ago, at his parent’s house. He now lives in town, studying and working. A group of twenty of us had left the wedding we’d come to attend nearby because it was blazing hot, over one-hundred, and the wedding was stuffy and loud, despite being outdoors. It was located in a tiny space, just next to a dirt road, before the land descended downhill in to the river. About one hundred people were stuffed in to this space, drinking beer from plastic cups, eating strange meats in gravy, circle dancing to Lao music blaring out of speakers too close and too loud. The best part was probably when the groom's sponsor, a European man in his seventies, took the stage to give a speech, which continued on, and
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