This was a day off real authentic experience with lots of impulses. We truly experienced things we never had before. The motorbikes took us to the village. The house was a traditional Jarai house. Stilt architecture: tools and animals underneath, and humans on the first floor. The garden was full with coffee plants, cashew trees, piglets, chickens running around, not to mention dogs and cats. People were preparing the party in different locations in the garden. Some were making papaya salad, some were grilling freshly slaughtered chickens and pigs, others were cooking rice. The food was served on banana or some other leaves. Lots of people came to visit. Every family visiting brought their own rice wine in a ceramic jar. Everybody, including us had to taste from all these jars while the family was attentively watching, paying good attention to whether you drunk enough using the bamboo straw. Most people didn't speak English, but all were very nice and inviting. Some never saw tourists before. They came, shaked our hands and invited us to drink their rice wine. The food was very special and tasty.
Guests are gathering:
A jar full of rice wine. The horizontal straw has a little pin. When drinking, the liquid level should go lower than the pin. Good luck with that after the tenth one:
Every family brought a jar of rice wine. Food on the table is just to make it easier to drink.
The house facade:
The back side with hay and animals:
A room:
The living room with a small altar. Prayers are integral parts of such a wedding party.
Rice is being cooked:
Papaya salad preparations:
Meat is being chopped:
Rice powder got pounded:
Food is almost ready:
Socializing:
Cheers:
Some videos of the afternoon in a separate post.
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