Hi all.
If anybody is interested, the following thread will detail my re-marriage down in Petchabun over the past weekend.
The history behind this episode is a foolish promise made by myself in a not too lucid moment last songkran after my first wedding to Nam.
Me, being Welsh by miracle of birth and as a result, a little bit on the tight side, went against familial wishes and got married quietly and incredibly cheaply in my house in Chiangmai.
The Promise...
I would make up for this stinginess by pootling down to their village for a rather grander ceremony, attendable by all relatives and surrounding villages.
The wedding was to take place very early doors on Saturday morning, so I hired a pick up and headed off relatively uneventfully on Friday morning.
Accompanying me on the journey were my mum, her best mate, my siss in law , 2 friends from norwich, my retriever tart (Hooper) and her 5 little puppies (including my fave, Maa Aeh).
By about 1.00 in the afternoon, we had reached Uttaradit, about halfway between Chiang Mai and Petchabun. A good spot to have a bit of lunch. The views over the valley from this pit stop were magnificent.
Me, with Maa Aeh and my nice new bamboo tatoo.
At this point I cracked and just had to hand over driving responsibilities to my mum who drove the next 4 hours to Petchabun.
We arrived just before dark at the village.
Loads of kids ran out to meet us.
A whole pile of village women were chopping up a recently culled piggy
The scene looked a bit like this except more well rounded and sharper like.
I'm sure you are delighted thet I have to get ready to go out and play with fireworks now.
Will continue with this little story tomorrow.