The wedding was one of the most beautiful, unique ceremonies we have been lucky enough to witness. Cardinal Wamala, the bishop, and a dozen priests participated, along with a beautiful choir and music in both Lugandan and English. And some Latin, too. Yes, the dress was traditional. Of course, I don't know what I was expecting.
The reception featured 1500+ bottles of beer. Nile, Bell, Guiness, different varietals of each, etc. Lots of beer. And some boxed wine. Food was plentiful--traditional foods like matooke (eh, tasteless, I guess you need peanut or groundnut sauce), chicken, beef goulash, yams, rice. There was always a bit of an Indian influence.
The toasts were plentiful full, and the guys did a classy job. I thought the Kenyans one was a bit over the top. That Kenyan crew was great, and I wish I had gotten a picture of them. They bought us Bourbon and we tried to finagle details from them on the newlyweds.
Music was traditional for the most part, though we had more dance music at the end of the very long reception. We danced a bit, talked to family members and friends, and circulated. It was everything a wedding reception should be.
We wrapped up the evening when we talked to Pete's brother as we were leaving. Uganda is a beautiful country, but its governance presents problems and an impediment to progress. More on that...
We had another couple of days left to tour Kampala in Part V...
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