Before you go get married and celebrate in style

Everything was planned, packed and ready to go. All our life was aboard Flora Ella, all that was left to do was head to Brussels to get married and celebrate in style. It made sense to get married in at least one of our home countries. It seemed difficult and too expensive to ship everyone over to Aus, considering that the bulk of my friends are currently residing in London. So, ten of my close family and friends jumped on a plane and headed to over to the land of mussels, fries, mayonnaise and beer. Oh, also a Eurostar full of really loud and drunk Aussies from London were on their way.El’s family have a great house outside of Brussels with a garden overlooking the sight of Napoleon’s last battle of Waterloo, with a fantastic garden and pool. A garden party was definitely in order, so we sat down to plan the great event. One question immediately came to mind, how many liters of beer is required for 30 thirsty young Australian larrikins? As much as you can purchase and more! 80 liters was a slight under calculation and during the evening the local supermarket was raided for another 100lt of Belgium’s finest. I’m so proud it brings a tear of nostalgia to my eyes every time I think about this marvelous achievement.So back to the wedding, we were married at 11am in a short but really great service in the Local Commune of Waterloo. We then jumped on a bus hired just to cart all the Aussies around for the day and headed where else, but to the pub for a quick beer. I think the bar tender almost had a heart attack when we asked for 30 beers. Anyway after a quick tour of the sites of Waterloo, we were back on the bus and en route for the reception.The food was fantastic, cooked mostly by Elodie during the previous week, and little did we know but the entertainment was about to commence. As strange a sight as I had ever seen, men dressed in tribal warrior outfits speaking in a strange language and making music from various household items and giant balloons. We were captivated, intrigued and involved in this bizarre spectacle. The madness and music carried on for a couple of hours and put everyone well and truly in the party mood. The afternoon kicked on and saw everyone in the pool at some stage. With Willy our inflatable killer whale sliced in two by the combined weights of some well feed boys. The Afternoon meandered into evening and suddenly there were dj’s setting up by the pool for what turned out to be a very late session in deed. Ben, my best man, and I saw in the sunrise however the last of the stragglers finally got into a cab around 5am. “Best wedding I’ve ever been to,” was a common sentiment from friends and family after the event, and I couldn’t agree more. Thanks to all those who made the effort to get there, it was you guys who made the party what it was.

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