One evening, a line of cars honking their horns and reving their engines, with their sound systems turned up, rolled into town. Our pension is on the main corner in town, and the procession stopped in the middle of the intersection. This blocked all traffic in town.
While the bride and groom walked a bit to meet the grooms parents, other people danced in the street.
No one seemed annoyed at the whole thing. On the contrary, people seemed excited by the whole thing. The owner of our hotel called down greetings.
