I was invited to a company voulé the other day, a barbecue on the beach with the company I work with giving English lessons to adults. The rainy season is reaching its end now, but there are still some strong bursts of rain occasionally, and I was caught in one of these on the way to the barbecue. Not too promising, but it brightened up as I got closer to the beach in the south of the island.
It was a chance to talk to some of the guys in the training company as well. I don't actually set foot in the place itself any more, as the adults I teach have asked for the sessions to take place in their own company meeting room, so it was nice to see them again. One guy, when asked what was new, announced that he had been married for two weeks to a Rwandese lady called Marie-Andrée. Another introduced me to his girlfriend of one month, and a third said that he hadn't been back to the hotel he used to own for a couple of years now. Probably a sign that I should be keeping in touch more frequently.
It was a typical Mahorese barbecue, which I think is great: meat skewers, chicken wings, green bananas, a bit of cassava, some rice-meat mixture and a huge fish which never got eaten as everybody was too full. The point of these barbecues is that a lot of food should be left over. If all the food gets eaten, it means people are still hungry, which isn't good as far as barbecue hospitality is concerned.