Aikiko had thought that it was a Thai-Thai wedding. But no, it was a Thai woman to a Japanese man. And sadly, the most unhappy looking bride and groom I've ever seen. Above is a picture of the wedding processional. We walked with the groom for about a kilometer (not all the guests, but whomever wished) from the bride's uncle's house to the bride's parents house where the wedding took place. The Thai "countryside" people were "rocking out" at the front of the processional. The Japanese people not dancing. And some of the Chiang Mai city-folk dancing and others not. I was walking with the largely Japanese "contingency" as the procession began, but after a bit I started "loosening up" and moving with the drumbeat. A Thai woman from the front saw this, ran back, grabbed my hand, and dragged me to the front. And how much fun we had! I was the only caucasian present, and I'm not sure if they were laughing at me or with me, but we had a blast. Different women (only the countryside women, not the city women) would approach me, grab my hand, and start dancing with me as we walked. Everybody, myself included, would laugh and laugh at the scene.
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