There is an old residential street near the bus station. Our walk through it was quite an eye opener. Many of the homes had little furniture: probably a television set and a few stools in the living room. Half way down a street, we stumbled upon what appeared to be preparations for a feast. There were several cooks and helpers preparing huge woks of boiling meat and vegetables. The house where the celebration took place were decked in red and someone even threw a lighted cracker when we passed. Thinking that we stumbled upon a wedding, we enquired about it and were shocked to be told that they were having a funeral wake instead of a wedding. Unlike the usual aversion for death, the passing of of an elderly relative in this instance was treated as cause for celebration rather than a tragedy. The visit of a group of distinguishing guests, to pay respects, were accompanied by a group of musicians playing respectful but upbeat music. It must have been a celebration of a life well lived.
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