Day 4 - The wedding
Saturday started much the same as Friday had done, blissfully calm with a pastel coloured sky. We knew we'd be eating and drinking a lot during the day so smashed out a HIIT workout to get ourselves some calorie credits!
Our cool down was a purposeful march down to the beach. To help us cool down, the heavens opened, and I mean a tropical down poor. It's easy now to see why the landscape is so vibrant!
As heavy as the shower was, it didn't last for too long and by the time we'd got back and showered, the sun was shining again. We crossed our fingers that the sun would stay out for the rest of the day...
Our orders were to be ready to walk down to the beach at 2.15, so Calamity Jane and her Indian Scout set off to meet the rest of the dressed up congregation making their way down to the beach. It was a very bizarre scene. From Sari to sherif, Gandhi to chief, the broadest range of 'Cowboys and Indians' that ever there was amalgamated under a greying sky awaiting Pocahontas' arrival. Gilly and Glenn both looked amazing and the ceremony, despite being damper than would have been wished for, was lovely. We all blessed the rings before they were given and following the kiss, we drank champagne under an umbrella as the waves crashed onto the shore a few meters away, before running back to the campsite to towel off! Had the wedding been a traditional ceremony the weather would have been an issue, but as it was, the rain didn't matter at all. It actually felt right, like a blessing and certainly part and parcel of being beach souls, simple as that.
The reception was awash of champagne, Mexican food, speeches and then rum. We retired around midnight, the music stopped some time after 3! There'll be more sore heads tomorrow!!