Wedding duties for me and the other lads from the UK kicked off at 9.30am this morning. We were pressed into service to pull the rickshaw from Yan's house to the hotel where the ceremony and reception were. Following a pick-up with a drummer and trumpeter in the back, we were flanked by the town's older residents in silky red outfits. My yellow Oxford United shirt completed the colourful scene. Fire crackers signalled that it was time to go and cannons greeted our arrival at the hotel. It sounds like traditional weddings are not that common any more in these parts - the first for a generation we were told. So rare in fact that the local newspaper is running a big story on it - including an exclusive interview with Marc. Our reward for pulling the cart was a Chinese lottery ticket each - the draw is tomorrow, so watch this space.
The drink of choice is rice wine spirit. Roughly the strength of whisky, but seemingly only ever drink swiftly in shot measures. I always think the fact that you have to down a drink gives you a good idea of how good it tastes.
The first half of the wedding is over, but we're back for round 2 at about 7pm this evening.
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