The wedding was almost finished when Sophie came to us and asked if we were ready to leave.  We were it was now 1:15 p.m. and the boys patience was thin and their stomachs were growling.  Sophie was planning on riding back to our house because I was asked to make the wedding cake.  She was going to pick up the cake and head to a place to prepare for the celebration feast later that night (8 p.m.).

As we tried to exit onto the main road the way we entered, it was blocked because a trench had been dug to put a pipe in.  We hired a motorcycle taxi to lead the way through very rough, muddy roads to get us onto the main road.  That was the first time I went mudding after a wedding – I had flashbacks to mud run days; thankfully we didn’t get stuck.

We arrived back to the house and I removed the large, heavy cake from the oven.  Our refrigerator isn’t big enough to hold the cake and it’s not possible to leave it out with the ninja ants we have here, so we turned our oven into a make shift ice box to store the cake in.  We placed frozen water bottles on the floor of the oven and the cake on the rack.  It worked great!

Sophie was very pleased with the cake, commented on how heavy it is, asked for taxi money and left for phase two of the wedding celebration.