I cannot be sure, but I’m guessing there were about 500 people in the hall. I found myself standing there, right in the middle of it, moving my hands like I was some kind of an oriental dancer. Except I wasn’t supposed to swing my hips at all, just the hands. I felt really silly. And I would have felt alot more silly, if there wasn’t a beautiful girl facing me, doing the exact same thing with her hands. In fact, there were plenty of people on the dance floor, in a circle – men on the inside facing outwards and women on the outside facing inwards – all swinging their bodies very slightly back and forth, having their hands dance wildly.
I never dreamed of it, but I was invited to a proper Lao wedding. The music, the girl’s costumes, the ceremony, all of it very foreign to me, but very interesting and fun. I feel really lucky to have been part of it.
Joana
Yeeaaah!
Kegelschwester Marianne
Hallo Daniel, ich lese Deine Berichte regelmäßig und finde sie spitzenklasse. Da wird aber Deine Mutsch traurig sein, wenn Du Winzer in Laos werden willst :-)
Hals und Beinbruch weiterhin auf Deiner « Marianne ».
Liebe Grüße aus dem kalten Dresden!