Was invited to a Balinese wedding. The groom was Australian and his wife to be, Balinese.
Wayan is her name. First born. While these weddings are rather informal affairs in terms of structure (from an outsiders point of view, in reality I am sure they really are finely tuned), actually they are a little daunting. Never knowing where to stand or sit and when to do either. People sit around the periphery as the couple are led from alter to alter within the family compound. It's a slow process. I saw the father of the bride talking to the priest a couple of times and imagined that the conversation went a little like this...
"So what do you think? Are they married or should we give them a little more?" To which the priest would reply "I reckon we give them another 30 minutes move over there, then there and finally back here and we can call it a day."
Some follow the procession, some not. More at other times then none. It's hot. We are all overdressed.
I took photos around the wedding. This is a snapshot of them. The Beautiful bride, the fields being planted on the way home and even the wallpaper from one of the parents houses.