So what happened with the hair situation? We now had the problem of how to create "wedding hair" without any tools or time. After a discussion on what was needed, Guy dropped us off and said he would be back with a solution. I have to admit that I was a little skeptical. It's not as if you can run to your local drugstore and pick up a curling iron. Sure enough, half an hour later (I'm kicking myself for not having a picture of this!) Guy comes sprinting up the hotel stairs with a massive iron contraption in his hands that look as if it belonged in medieval times. Behind him are two women trying to keep up, one with curlers in her hair. Guy found another recommended hairdresser, and asked her to come to the hotel with her curling iron. She said that she was busy doing someone's hair, but after some explaining/negotiating/begging and pleading, she took pity on him and hightailed it across the city to help out. The woman in curlers was the lady who had been getting her hair done. She came along to give a hand. And the iron contraption was indeed a curling iron. It was the size of a tv and heated up like an oven. The rods were put inside to heat up and then used as a curling iron.
Archaic or not, it worked. Hallelujah!
Having completed his heroic mission, Guy took a few minutes to get ready.
Here she comes...
Blurry (sorry!), but beautiful!
On the way to the church.
Arriving
Another surprise - Scott and I found out that we had to take a more official role than we hoped by representing Anja's side in the processional. Yes indeed. We had to walk up the isle behind the bride and groom! Once again we handed off out camera to Demitri, Guy's younger brother. He got some interesting shots from his perspective a little closer to the ground. We like these.
And in we go!
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