Come 12.00, of course nothing happens, but around 1.30, we are invited inside for the wedding meal. The groom sits on the side, on a mat, head down.
I end up sitting at the far end of the table which gives me a good overview of the room. The man next to me poors me a glass of beer, from a green chinese brand beerbottle. Then he leans over to me and says "This beer is really just like buffalo piss!"