Wedding on our doorstep

At around 19:00 on Saturday night a van drew up just opposite us and started to unload stage gear.  They had a backdrop, a scaffold, a lighting rig, amps, speakers and a microphone.   It was clear we were not about to have a peaceful night.  They did a soundcheck.

At 20:00, just as we started to eat (Hilary was standing on the terrace with a pot of etli taze fasulye and a wooden spoon), the lighting crew arrived and asked whether they could mount a spotlight on our terrace.  We tried to persuade them to wait until we had finished eating.  They offered  to pay.  We felt bad that we had no food to to give them as they crawled around us whilst we ate.  It didn’t take them long to affix the spotlight.

White chairs were brought out, blocking off the route usually taken by the mosquito truck.  The local children helped with the chairs and sat on them.  Then some dressed up guests arrived.  Finally, at about nine, the bride and groom arrived amid fireworks.  They started off sort of ballroom dancing (though few of them knew the steps) but soon reverted to Turkish-style, though we did notice that they had men and women dancing in the same line.  After another hour or so the bride went off and changed out of her blue dress (off the shoulder, short in the front, long in the back, very flouncy) into a red traditional dress with gold embroidery over a white under-dress.  She also had a gold headdress.  The dancing continued.  They played the same tune (or variant of) over and over again.  The volume on the terrace was… Well, if we’d been in some bar where they played music, it would have been louder.  We could hear each other speak.  Inside, however, it was really loud.  We could not have slept through it.

We didn’t want to sleep though, it was interesting to watch.  Quite unlike an English Wedding.  For a start, everyone seemed to be enjoying themselves, for a second thing, no one was drunk.  We saw a few lads surreptitiously drinking booze from bottles hidden near the communal bins (which had moved again in honour of the occasion).  Everyone was well behaved.  Well, as far as we could tell they were very well behaved.

And, at half past midnight it all packed up.  The lads came to retrieve their spotlight and offer us payment (which we refused) and everyone went to a house just down the road where the party continued for some time.  We don’t know how long it went on because we went to bed around one and were not disturbed by the ongoing revelry.

This morning Ashley says the street was a mess – littered with confetti etc., but after the bin men came round it had been restored to its normal state, with just the odd bit of confetti fluttering in the breeze.


2 responses to “Wedding on our doorstep

  1. Turkish weddings are great aren’t they? And I agree, everyone seems to really enjoy themselves…mostly without the need of alcohol.

    We seem to have more than our fair share of weddings in our village. They usually pack up around midnight. However, if there is alcohol involved they can go on until around 2 or 3am.

  2. We had a grandstand view. A couple of days ago someone told us that the Zabita (we think it was the Zabita not the Polis but it’s hard to tell when translated into English) were called shortly after midnight to break up the party. There were apparently 8 street weddings that night, all of which got complained about.

    We were also told that the music was not very traditional. We just thought it was a lot of fun..

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