This weekend my Bible study friends convinced me to go to the wedding of someone who used to be in the study . . . but left before I got here. They assured me that it was perfectly ok to show up uninvited to a wedding of someone I had never met. So, since it's vac and there is not much going on in my life, I took them up on it and signed up for a hilarious day of the "Kenyan Experience."
Francis, Sarah, Dexter and I left at about 8 am from Kijabe. No one actually had an invitation and but they called and thought it started at 10:30. We traveled happily on lovely roads for about three hours past towns I had heard of and yet never seen, taking in the lovely countryside, spotting zebra . . . great fun. We stopped for chai and samosas.

And then the fun really began. Suddenly our good road was gone and Francis was forced to take his car on the rockiest of 'roads' for 15 km . . . or an HOUR's worth of travel in search of Rotich's house. In order to make an already random trip more surreal, our music choice varied between Johnny Cash and "Franye's Techno Mix." We finally found the way, indicated by a sign labeled "Rotich's Place" and an arrow pointing up the driveway . . . which was really another 3 km of bumpity bump.
And here we are after hours of travel, arriving at a wedding that should've commenced at 10:30 and still hadn't started 12:30.

Here's proof of the wedding plan vs. wedding reality:

Before the bride arrived, I had opportunity to meet the groom. You know you're in Kenya when the groom shakes your hand and has to introduce himself. I felt a bit awkward but he didn't seem to mind. In traditional Kalenjin fashion, the bride was escorted in by a crowd of friends and relatives, and then the party could really start. The wedding ceremony was held outside under tents and translated from Kalenjin into Swahili/English - whatever the pastor felt like.
This is what the seats next to me looked like once the wedding started:

empty.
Because all of my friends were busy doing this:

Their best paparazzi impressions. But that's ok, too - it's perfectly legit to stand in front/beside/behind the bride and groom and snap away as they say their vows.
Here's my paparazzi pic of the happy couple feeding cake to the parents:

After the ceremony we washed our hands and dug into traditional Kenyan food for the feast. There was also some Kalenjin dancing performed by Grandpa and soon joined by the rest of the family. Please notice Grandma's stylin hat:

I joined the Kijabe crowd of hospital staff and Bible study buddies during the speech giving and ended up singing along to a song I didn't know . . . in Swahili . . . I think it was kind of obvious I was just a wedding crasher.
We couldn't stay long as we had to get back to Kijabe . . . so we piled back in to the car and headed down our favorite 15 km stretch, this time chosing "Franye's Rock Ballads" as the cd accompianament.

My friends said I should show some pictures of the road and ask my supporters to raise money for a BS vehicle - preferably a Prado. I didn't think that would fly . . .
After a long day of wedding crashing and air guitar playing in the back seat, I fell asleep on the way home. But I woke up to catch this:

And this:

And thus ended another Kenyan Adventure.