Traditional Village Wedding

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On my first stay in Bali I hired a quiet but helpful taxi driver to take me “out and about” on a daily basis. Like all oldest sons in Bali, he was called Wayan.

I wanted to see beyond the tourist Bali, to explore some of its meaning and real culture – not that of the resort hotels or of places like Kuta Beach crammed with tourists, persistent sellers of braiding of hair, beach massages and mass produced souvenirs, and with the bars and restaurants getting progressively louder as the day proceeds and alcohol levels increase.

Over several days we became quite friendly and I was duly invited to attend Wayan’s cousin’s wedding. It took a little explanation to assure me that I would not be imposing – but it would honour the family if I came – and if I would take photos.

Wayan collected me and we then drove about 20 minutes to his house to collect his son. His wife and small baby would not attend as the baby was not well and she was very concerned that perhaps this was caused by her not having made the offering to the spirits in the right way the night before.

Off up the mountains we drove – for about another hour, and he explained to me that this was a not very wealthy village.

As it turned out, this was an under-statement.

Eventually after passing through many villages and climbing higher up the mountains, we arrived - as usual in Bali, the chickens fleeing before the car as they roam unchecked.

Fleeing chickens in Bali village

Wayan tied his sarong - and also tied mine over my dress so I was appropriately attired.

Correctly tied sarong for Balinese man

He explained that we were there early as he had to help with preparing the wedding feast.

We were greeted by the matriarch, her teeth dyed a dark crimson from chewing betel nut.

She was obviously delighted to see Wayan’s son whom she hadn’t seen for some time, and to welcome me, though thankfully I was not offered any Betel.

Lady with betel stained mouth in Bali

In former times this would not have been so, as chewing betel-nut was a main social passtime on the island and the first gesture of hospitality.

The process is to take a piece of the green betel, flavour it with lime juice, and then wrap it in a pepper leaf. This is then added to a big wad of chewing tobacco and tucked under the lower lip.

This chewing causes a flow of blood red saliva, and as the beet-chewing addict spits constantly, after a visit of such a betel-chewer, it looks as if there has been a murder.

These days, Betel-chewing is not popular with any but the older generations, for it ruins your teeth and leaves your mouth stained.

However the leaves of the Betel (sirih) are still boiled and used as a genital wash for women – especially popular after the birth of a child as the liquid causes a shrinking and drying of the tissues – as they say, giving the men more pleasure from sex.

The wretched, ulcerated and mange-ridden dog that also greeted us is typical of those seen all over the island. They howl in great choruses at night and are thought to keep away the evil spirits – but one’s heart goes out to them in their misery. It has been said that the condition of these poor animals is something that is there to prove that Bali is not totally a paradise.

The pork from the pig that had cost the bride’s family a great deal, hung on bamboo hooks…

Hanging pork at wedding in Bali mountain village

…some of them as seen here behind Wayan – still empty and waiting for their bit of pork.

All my alarm bells were set off and I quickly explained that in our culture we do not eat pork unless it is over-cooked and crisp – not an easy concept for a Balinese to grasp.

I was particularly insistent, and he agreed that he would make sure I was served only well-cooked meat.

Bamboo hooks for pork in Bali

A man was tending the fire underneath a gelatinous, fat-laden liquid:

“Soup”, I was told. “Very delicious”.

I had visions of spending the next several months in hospital after undignified results from ingesting said soup – and again explained that we cannot process such a rich and delicious soup as our bodies are not used to it.

As we were speaking, the fire started to go out under the “soup”.

The cook took a ladle-full of “soup”, threw it on the lagging fire and “whoosh” – an inferno!

For “soup” one could fairly translate “pure pork fat”.

Man tending pork fat soup for Balinese village wedding

Having declined the soup and explained about the over-cooked meat, in return I was offered some rice dishes, carefully rolled in the hand of the giver and placed in their palm or on a tray for me to take.

As there appeared to be nothing resembling hygiene as we know it, and the rice was being transported from pot …

Bali village wedding feast rice preparation

…to serving basket – with a shovel…

Bali village wedding feast rice on shovel

… the visions of hospitalization returned, but it would have been rude to decline.

Bali village wedding feast tasty snacks

I had been drinking a weak and lukewarm tea from an enamel mug.

The mugs were used in succession by several people and then rinsed in a hap-hazard way in a chipped enamel basin whose water was not refreshed during the whole festival.

I excused myself and went to the car and got my folk-medicine remedy: apple-cider vinegar. (Forget the American Express card: don’t leave home without it.)

It was in a small bottle and meant for my whole holiday but I drank all of it that day, diluted in increasing quantities of tea.

Apple-cider vinegar is a miracle drug. It seems to neutralise poisons and is good for whatever ails you – but especially good protection against food poisoning – something for which I now seemed to be severely at risk.

The worst that happened to me from eating all this food was that for about five weeks later my stomach growled like a Balinese dog – loudly protesting that I had introduced all this foreign material into my digestive system.

Happily, thanks to apple-cider vinegar drunk capful by capful in a mug of tea, there were no other side-effects.

The cooking pots were all blackened by multi-use…

Bali village wedding feast cooking pots

… and the one for cooking rice was huge.

Bali village wedding feast food preparation

The men were all working happily together …

Men preparing Bali village wedding feast

…and the aroma suggested a delicious feast would follow.

Bali village wedding feast preparation with hanging pork

The man on the left seemed to have an air of aristocracy about him…and later in the afternoon, I was to see why.

Resting cooks at Bali village wedding feast preparation

The food preparation took hours and it was a bit boring for Wayan’s son.

Speaking no Indonesian languages, I resorted to an old trick of entertainment by making a cut-out (in this case, torn-out) cowboy with big hat and boots and smoking a pipe.

Once unfolded from the one image…

Paper cut-out cowboys for a Balinese child

…the linked series of paper cowboys had the desired effect.

Elsewhere others were also waiting for the wedding to begin.

Man and child in Bali mountain village

It was obvious that this particular Uncle Wayan ( as against all the other first sons with the same name) was a favourite with the youngsters who kept seeking him out…

Happy guests at Bali village wedding

..but the children were not sure about me, as it appeared that I was the first non-local to have attended a village event.

Bali village children

While the men prepared the food, the women were busy placing the appropriate offerings around the area…

Bali village wedding hanging of offerings

… to achieve a happy outcome.

Bali village wedding offerings of welcome

The wedding itself eventually began – and the man who had been busy helping in the preparation of food, and whom I thought to look very aristocratic, was the celebrant – apparently the priest or village leader.

Bali village wedding priest

In Bali, to be a married and have a family is vital, for only married men can take part in the village organization and division of water rights – and only your child can perform the complicated rights that set your spirit free from your dead body so it can be resurrected and not roam as a lost ghost. Some childless couples are given a child from another relative to raise as their own.

A Balinese marriage takes place within the framework of carefully set out rituals that mark a person’s life. The Hindu tradition is based on has many rituals and obligations of daily sacrifice. The three major ones are Ngotonin– birth, Nganten – marriage, and Ngaben – death.

The Nganten is not just one ceremony, but a process. In many cases the couples elope – for the same reasons as many westerners: economic and to save a big event. However in ordinary cases it follows the following pattern:

Usually in this era the two people agree that they want to marry. Then the man and his parents go to the family of the woman to ask for her hand in marriage.

This is an informal request or Memadik and if agreed to, is followed by the man’s family being escorted by village elders to the family of the woman in a formal request or Ngidih or sometimes called Ngunduh .

This is an important village event, as the village leader will discuss residency in the village - and other village elders will discuss family obligations of both families towards the village – and if the woman is from another village, the rights and obligations of the man’s family to her village.

During this step, there is a religious ceremony to accept a new village member and grant the same rights as a local person: Masakapan or Maperebuan

In turn, the woman holds a farewell ceremony at the temple – Mapamit where she asks permission from her family, associations she belongs to, her ancestors and the gods they believed in, as well as the spirits and gods of the village.

It is only then that we come to the ceremony I attended: Ngaba Jaja which literally means to bring a present.

This is a very complicated series of rituals which must be done correctly – hence the extreme concentration of the wedding couple.

Bali village bridal couple

The ceremony started…

Bali village wedding priest ceremonial offerings

…and was a bit difficult to follow, although there was a seated audience ready to watch to see the rituals all well performed…

Bali village wedding guests

…including the popular Uncle Wayan surrounded by smiling boys.

Bali village boys

The priest was aided by the parents and the sponsors…

Bali village wedding sponsors

…who have to conduct various rituals from the assorted items gathered beside the priest.

This seemed a complex task.

Bali village wedding ceremonial preparation

…and the bridal pair were obviously concentrating to make sure they did the right thing at the right time.

Bali village wedding bride and groom

They were tied with cords symbolizing their obligations – to each other, to their family and village.

Tying bride and groom with cords at Bali village wedding

Paper was spread beneath them, and it was soon obvious why – as cooked rice was showered upon them …

Bali village wedding rice sprinkling village wedding

..and they then received a sort of leaf-parcel of ritual offerings…

Bali village wedding offerings for bridal pair

…which they accepted in prayer.

Bali village wedding prayers

It did not appear to be a joyous occasion – and though it is meant to be a religious one, during the whole day there was not a look or a touch that passed between the two that seemed to indicate any level of pleasure from the arrangement.

The only smile from the bride came later with the children…

Bali bride with village children

…as, with the ceremony itself finished, the village brought their offerings to lay on the altar.

Bringing of wedding gifts in Bali village

…laying them down until there seemed no space left.

Bali village wedding gifts

The final array was remarkable. Every woman will have spent hours preparing her offerings, just as she does for all ceremonial occasions.

For myself, I gave a carved dolphin, for I had been told this gave a good omen for the future of the couple.

I hope it did.

Bali village wedding gift offering table

The inevitable effect of drinking so much liquid took its toll and I needed a toilet.

I was asked anxiously – was it “only”?

Guessing the implications, and being thankful that it in fact was “only” – I was directed past a crowing cockerel …

Crowing rooster in Bali

…to a concrete enclosure.

It was open air and about waist high – allowing a little (but not much) dignity.

The flush mechanism was to stuff back the wad of leaves that formed a plug against the slow flow of water running through a pipe on the top of the wall and usually stemmed by this stopper.

Hearing a noise in the next enclosure, I saw that I had a neighbour!

Bali village pig sty

In the words of Gilbert K Chesterton, known to us usually as G.K.:

An adventure is only an inconvenience

rightly considered.

An inconvenience is only an adventure

wrongly considered

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