What do you do when your neighbour in a foreign country invites you to a wedding conveniently held at the end of your driveway that very night? You go of course.
Frenzied we attempted to figure out our combined wardrobe options. Nothing quite right for a wedding we opted for respectful. After we had scrounged together our best we jumped on the back of scooters and made the short trip down the drive.
The road had been converted into a wedding venue. A giant marquee filled with tables, people, a stage and one gigantic cake had taken over.
The whole town had been invited and very quickly we learnt that we were lucky.
Just like western weddings have their traditions and omens of good luck, having foreigners at weddings in Cambodia – according to a table of old Cambodian men – is lucky.