As I write, Junior Daughter is cooling her heels in far off Bali. She is to officiate, as Maid of Honour, at the wedding of her half sister, whom she adores. She has also baked a wedding cake and lugged it from Spain, via Amsterdam, via Singapore, much to the concern of various airport securities.

I am not entirely sure where Bali is. Somewhere near Australia. Certainly the time difference indicates that, according to the many photographs posted on Face Book, plus the regular skyping from daughter, which stopped abruptly two days ago.

Let me backtrack six months. The news of an engagement was joyfully announced and received, with the wedding planned for some time in January and to take place in South Africa.

This was followed, some months later, by the information that the wedding was off. Consternation followed. Plans had been made.

It was then announced that the wedding would indeed take place. In March, in far off Bali.

At this point, my admiration for the bride escalated. Reading between the lines I concluded that marrying into an extremely well known and almost revered S.A. family (the Struggle) had proved overwhelming. With a cast of possibly hundreds, if not thousands, to be catered to, our girl had put her foot down and said NO.

There has been much hair pulling, snot and trana. Who should go. Who could go. South Africa is one thing. But Bali??? (I should mention here that I was not invited. Totally appropriate under the circumstances – I am merely a benevolent observer).

And so, there is currently a gathering of immediate family and the closest of friends, (20 or so>) gathered in Bali, awaiting the arrival of the bride and groom. The wedding is scheduled for tomorrow. Or not.

The bride and groom have not been allowed to board their flight. Both their passports will expire within six months. (Thank goodness it’s both passports).

There is now, I am told, a frantic scramble to renew passports within hours then screech to Bali, and marry before the assembled guests have to return from whence they came.

And you thought you had problems?

I am sure you will all join me in fervently wishing the currently not too happy couple good luck.

And with any luck I shall be posting pictures of the nuptials, be it a day or two late.


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8 Responses to No-o-o-o-o!

  1. Gunta says:

    Wishing very much luck!!!

  2. Pussycat44 says:

    Bali is a favourite holiday place for a number of my Dutch cousins.
    Good luck to the bride and groom.

  3. Ruth2Day says:

    what a nightmare! congrats and best wished to them. hope to see some snappies

  4. cocoaupnorth says:

    Phew! That’s a lot to deal with. Hope the couple managed to get themselves to Bali and that ceremony went smoothly.

  5. footsy2 says:

    Yes, they made it! 3 days later than scheduled. I would post pix of the beautiful bride, looking unstressed – but haven’t a clue how to moved pix off fb to here šŸ™‚

  6. libraschild says:

    Bali is amazing. Like KZN with more subservient kow towing if that is your thing! Just kidding! It’s one of the few not Muslim places in Indonesia so that makes it a winner for me. I have a story about cancelled weddings but maybe my friend will kill me if i tell it

  7. I’ve heard such good things about Bali! Glad they made it safely. Best wishes to the bride and groom!

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