Friday, 3 January 2014

Penang, in Malaysia was actually the purpose of this trip. A long time ago, I promised a friend to attend his wedding. Credit to him, he was actually having a wedding with a beautiful bride. So air tickets were bought. I was very lucky to be part of his life event as his “marry (merry) band of brothers”. There was not to be a “Hangover part IV – Ronald’s turn” but it was great to catch up and to see him enjoying life.
The couple were Malaysian with Chinese heritage. Therefore the wedding had a traditional Chinese twist. It was a full day event which included “Capture the bride”. At 0930, the convoy arrived to the bride’s, a series of tests and challenges awaited for us to pass for the groom to rescue the bride. The challenges were mostly alcoholic or possibly antiseptic. The dual use was very clever should someone cut themselves or required first aid. The groom rescued the bride from the mildly “evil” sisters under his leadership with the single sacrifice of one member of the team. Following from that the Chinese traditional of the couple pouring tea for their in-laws and relatives in the morning. There were a lot of relatives so luckily there were buffets at each of the bride’s and groom’s households.
The matrimony was held at a grand hotel next to a beach. Beautiful couple, great weather, great location, great food and great company. The band of brothers also had to do a dance routine for the Bride and Groom’s entrance at the evening function. I don’t dance. Now everything time that song came on, a motion response had been installed in me. It would take time and therapy to forget that experience.
The guy promised to turn up to my wedding. Damn, that was an easy promise for him to make.