Day two of the wedding was basically just a continuation of day one. The band was back, people were dressed up and the vodka was back on the tables. The only difference was, we were all suffering incredible hangovers. Thankfully a few vodka shots fixed this and we were off again.
The wedding venue was set on a farm and there were llamas in the paddock. We decided to grab the guitarlele and go over and sing the llama song to them. If you don’t know the song, you can watch it here: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=1fPYc5zyvcU
The llamas stood and stared at us with a crazed intense madness in their eyes. We tried not to show how scared we were and carried on singing at them. Then one of the llamas started peeing a never ending stream of pee. It just kept coming and coming and coming. A giant puddle formed beneath his legs. The other llama then joined in, peeing in sync with the other. This carried on for about 5 minutes when they finally ran out of pee. Then they started towards us. Lynda and I screamed, then ran, clearly thinking they were going to attack us. We thought we might have to sing the sheep shank redemption song. It looked like the llamas were going to cross the stream which separated us, but they stopped to take a drink. We all breathed a sigh of relief as we realised they were just refuelling, topping up their pee tanks.
Thankfully the evening ended about 8pm and we all headed off to bed, except for Katherine who partied on into the night.
The third day we awoke feeling refreshed and ready to party again. Ok, not really, but we certainly felt better than the day before. We attended a bbq at Kasia’s parents place. It was a hot sunny day, food was laid out on the table and the home made vodka was doing the rounds. There was a relaxed vibe as everyone started to wind down. We would like to have stayed longer, but because of some vodka induced decision we had decided to start our 6 week cycle tour a day earlier than originally planned, so we had to leave the bbq after a few hours. This turned out to be a big mistake for us, and had we not done this, we might still be cycle touring.