Khmer wedding
There’s a wedding going on about three houses down. It’s half eleven at night, most Khmers go to bed around nine, but this could go on all night. The music is so loud that I can feel the vibrations coming up through the house and up my chair. Earplugs will do nothing as the vibrations still keep you awake, so the only other options are to stay awake and watch some TV cursing these people, or take an elephantine dose of sedatives. I only have herbal Nytol, so it’s telly and cursing.
Khmer weddings go on for maybe two or three days – the richer the families, the longer the wedding, and they are characterised by the amount of noise they create. You can hear them a mile off. Literally. And they can start at 4:30 in the morning. A marquee tent is erected, tables laid, and speakers big enough to embarrass the Rolling Stones or house a small family are added. The wedding up the street even has tannoy speakers at the top of a pole to broadcast various chants, speeches, and what sounds like the catterwalling of an insane woman. I don’t pretend to get it, I just want to sleep.
Quite Random is the blog of Nathan Nelson, a human male who lives in the UK and is not entirely sure what he's going to do when he grows up but is interested in international development, photography, secularism, technology, music and movies and other things anyone of his age would be.
