White wedding. Quite literally.

The first in the run of weekends is mine. Not going too badly; 5 and a half broken hours sleep Friday night, only called in once Saturday night whilst second on and have actually been at home for a couple of hours today. And this despite the fact it's snake bite season (the frogs are mating which brings the snakes out in force. And it seems they can't tell the difference between a frog and a child's arm...).
Anyway, the big event in Inwa this weekend was a wedding. A very romantic tale; Bridget is a white SA who moved here in 1992 to work at one of the schools. She has since, at the request of the community, set up her own English language school and adopted 2 local children. Swifty, an Eastern Caper, worked at the school for 3 years from 1995, and then came back earlier this year. To marry Bridget.
Weddings really are a big community event, especially ones involving people who are very much considered to be family by the locals. The service itself was incredibly joyful, from the wedding march in with the bridesmaids and groomsmen boogying down the aisle, to the sheer volume created by friends and family singing and whooping (I'm not sure there's another word for the noise that is essentially a very high pitched "lalalalala") during it. Weddings at home seem quite formal by comparison.
They had 150 invited guests for the reception at Fancy Stitch, but expecting extras, had catered for 500. And all the food was eaten.
I joined in the festivities with the ultimate Ingwa-accessory; my mobile phone stuffed in to my bra.