12 hours in the car on a pot holed road to the wedding on Saturday.
12 hours on another pot holed road home from the wedding on Monday.
I couldn't actually see anything going on at the wedding on Sunday since the stage was full of pastors and the bride and groom were facing them. Plus, it was all in Marathi, which I don't understand.
The best I can say is that it's all over and I surely don't feel like traveling anymore.
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