Wednesday, May 29, 2013

A Sherpa Wedding (Not Mine!)

Yesterday I attended the wedding of a friend of Passang’s.  This is the fourth wedding that I've attended since I got married to Passang, so I figured it’s about time I shared one with you all!  Passang was tied up with business in our town so this time I went without him.
I traveled with relatives and church members in this jeep – 14 people in total.  They speak little to no English so it was a great chance to try out my Nepali!

















The wedding was about a 3 hour drive from our house with a 15 min walk downhill at the end.
Here’s the beginning of the path down to the wedding.
















Walking down to the wedding
 















The view.  Not a day goes by that I’m not amazed and grateful that I live in such a beautiful place!
















Arriving to the wedding
 















Part of our group at the entrance to the wedding 
















Christian weddings in this area typically consist of the church ceremony and reception in the bride’s hometown followed by the reception in the groom’s hometown.  We were invited to the groom’s reception, so there was just a small ceremony at the beginning followed by the all-day reception party. 
Here are pictures from the short ceremony.

















The couple with their representatives and the pastor.
















After watching the ceremony, we sat down to have some tea and snacks.
Here are some church members in the tea hall greeting each other with the typical Christian greeting, “Jaimashi.”
















Here’s me and my cousin Pem Lhamu sitting down for tea.
















We then went over to greet the couple.  I gave each of them a scarf and then posed for pictures.  They will continue to greet people all day long as more come.
The greeting area




















Then it was time for us to go eat!  There was a delicious spread of dhal (lentils), vegetables, pork, chicken, beef, and a variety of pickled vegetables. So delicious!
















Here’s part of our group.
















Me with Passang’s uncle.





















After hanging out for a little bit it was time for us to go.

















Back up the hill…





















(Even the locals get tired!)




















...into the clouds.

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