I really enjoyed the day in the foothills of the Quandil mountains, sitting on the ground eating with the women, and dancing to the best of my ability in Kurdish style. The bride and groom are not pictured in this post because due to his job he asked us not to put their pictures onto the internet.
Rest stop at Gali Ali Bag . Pat T, me Lukasz F. Rosemarie M.
Preparation of the meal
Young men preparing to serve the meal
The women and younger children all seated around the tablecloth on the ground. Bread is being distributed to go with the rice, beans in tomato sauce, chicken and mutton.
Clean up. Put all the disposable dishes and scraps of food onto the tablecloth and roll it up.
Collecting the coloured bits of paper from the poppers.
All ages come to the wedding.
.. and young.
Patrick and Rosmarie trying their feet at dancing.
Rosemarie asks our constant taxi driver, Soran, if he wants to dance. One can do that when you are 80 years old.!
After I took some photos of some girls, they wanted to take one of me. Here I am in front of the glorious Quandil mountains.
Pat, Lukasz and I join the dance.