"I'm going to get a Henna moustache, I think I'd suit a nice big curly one."
The wedding is now fully underway with a lunch party to prepare to bride. It was a relief to be greeted by fruit juice and not alcohol after the previous evenings cocktails. The women (and Edd) queue up to have intricate patterns of Henna tattooed onto their hands. The Indian DJs put on some Bangra and a group of enthusiastic uncles and aunties dragged Nikita and Dev onto the dance floor.
We had fit in a lot that morning starting with a swim before breakfast. Swimming with one hand proved a little tricky, but we had the pool pretty much to ourselves. The only other swimmer turned out to be a hand surgeon, who was very curious about my hand.
After a large breakfast we headed down the Dead Sea. The water is almost like syrup and you float. It was an interesting experience, but surprisingly tricky to manoeuvre in the water. Edd compared my technique rather unfavourably to a beached wale. We then smothered ourselves in mud and baked dry in the sun, before waddling awkwardly back into the water to try and wash it off. Having managed to get the water in my eyes in this process I can testify to the high level of salinity in the water, and scrambled back out of the water, trying and failing to walk straight into anyone on the way to the shower.
Edd wimped out of the moustache idea in the end, and was rather offended when the henna ladies refused to draw anything on him. In the evening we had another party to contend with, this time by the pool. The reappearance of alcohol helped fill the dance floor, but only after various family members had performed choreographed Bollywood dances together. Dev and Nikita's faces had been photoshopped onto various Bollywood film posters, and these flashed up on the screen behind the dancers. There was a slightly terrifying moment when The bride and grooms friends were called onto the stage. Not really knowing how to dance Edd, me and a couple of wonderful antiquarian booksellers we had met improvised and did the Macarena.
It was a really fun evening, but by midnight we were both exhausted and ready for bed.
"Time to go home I asked?"
"Just wait one second there's something I've got to do" replied Edd. At which point in stripped down to his boxers and dived into the pool. The bored looking Hotel workers suddenly became very animated, and insisted he get out. He remerged to a round of applause looking much too pleased with himself.
The next morning someone greeted him in the lift as - "You're the streaker from last night."
I begged them not to give him anymore ideas...
The wedding is now fully underway with a lunch party to prepare to bride. It was a relief to be greeted by fruit juice and not alcohol after the previous evenings cocktails. The women (and Edd) queue up to have intricate patterns of Henna tattooed onto their hands. The Indian DJs put on some Bangra and a group of enthusiastic uncles and aunties dragged Nikita and Dev onto the dance floor.
We had fit in a lot that morning starting with a swim before breakfast. Swimming with one hand proved a little tricky, but we had the pool pretty much to ourselves. The only other swimmer turned out to be a hand surgeon, who was very curious about my hand.
After a large breakfast we headed down the Dead Sea. The water is almost like syrup and you float. It was an interesting experience, but surprisingly tricky to manoeuvre in the water. Edd compared my technique rather unfavourably to a beached wale. We then smothered ourselves in mud and baked dry in the sun, before waddling awkwardly back into the water to try and wash it off. Having managed to get the water in my eyes in this process I can testify to the high level of salinity in the water, and scrambled back out of the water, trying and failing to walk straight into anyone on the way to the shower.
Edd wimped out of the moustache idea in the end, and was rather offended when the henna ladies refused to draw anything on him. In the evening we had another party to contend with, this time by the pool. The reappearance of alcohol helped fill the dance floor, but only after various family members had performed choreographed Bollywood dances together. Dev and Nikita's faces had been photoshopped onto various Bollywood film posters, and these flashed up on the screen behind the dancers. There was a slightly terrifying moment when The bride and grooms friends were called onto the stage. Not really knowing how to dance Edd, me and a couple of wonderful antiquarian booksellers we had met improvised and did the Macarena.
It was a really fun evening, but by midnight we were both exhausted and ready for bed.
"Time to go home I asked?"
"Just wait one second there's something I've got to do" replied Edd. At which point in stripped down to his boxers and dived into the pool. The bored looking Hotel workers suddenly became very animated, and insisted he get out. He remerged to a round of applause looking much too pleased with himself.
The next morning someone greeted him in the lift as - "You're the streaker from last night."
I begged them not to give him anymore ideas...
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