My cousin married a girl whose family all came from Zimbabwe. They'd had the legal "English" ceremony with a dozen people in the winter, and then her family wanted to host a big Zimbabwean-style bash in the summer holidays!
After the ceremony we all had to drive to a leisure centre, and then had to wait outside for at least 2 hours on a field out the back. It was boiling hot, and all they had out were about 6 bottles of Innocent smoothie - to be shared between about 100 people... Then a BBQ was started up, but all that was being served was some unknown, tough as old boot, meat.
Eventually, 100 sweaty, dehydrated, sunburnt Brits were ushered into a hall. Listened to ENDLESS rambling unprepared speeches from such people as "a representative of the brides grandfather" and "her mothers auntie".
Then we got a buffet. All "traditional Zimbabwean" fare. All of it was either burnt boot leather meat and unidentified vegetables - all of which was very spicy.
The only thing most of us bemused Brits managed to stomach was some cold potatoes.
So that's all we had in reward for our 2 hour drive there. A few gulps of smoothie, one bite of bbq'd boot leather, and a few cold potatoes.
Then there was the 2 hour drive home. I'd gone separately from my mum, and honestly, I've never seen her grumpier or more cross, than when we finally arrived home about 10:30pm.