The wedding part two.

November 18, 2013 - London, United Kingdom

Wedding day round two was a leisurely midday start. Having calibrated to Ethiopian time we plan to arrive at two. Unfortunately our groom reveals that he is still British at heart finding us at 11.45 practising our synchronised bombing off the diving boards (not without tips for improvement from sideline locals) and instructs us to get ready.
Without idea of what we are preparing for we turn up at 12.30 for our walk which I understood to be part of the ceremony- it was just a collective movement of guests to get us to a family lunch. Only the best men- dressed in bespoke shiny blue waistcoats were due to parade. Passing our favourite pickpockets we arrived casually at the lunch venue, complete with stage, backdrop, flowers etc.. Typically uncertain as to what was supposed to happen we wait with baited beers..  After the near hypoglycemic collapse of one of our party pity is taken on him by the show producers and he is given permission to break the food- probably solely to prevent him ordering chips! Another hour later following news that the bride is still in the hairdressers we are also given permission to also crack on with food. The groom and the best men arrive shortly after hollywood looking pretty dehydrated with the nights out, hot weather and lack of sleep but crucially without sign of the bride. Just as the drained best men are filmed attacking the buffet, news of the bridal party is heard and they are rounded up to parade-in authentically, returning to their high-profile isolated high table island.
In the dark about what's happening we must have looked as if we were ready to escape, we are told by Mezid 'You cannot leave here you must stay for the programme. I will tell you when the programme is finished.' The programme was judged as finished after 18 last chicken dances and we made an en mass exit as the music started again.

1 Comment

tim johnston:
November 20, 2013
Weddings are said to be the single greatest cause of chronic indebtedness in Ethiopia. Are you planning to start organising iskista dancing lessons when you get home?
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