Long story short, Ming-Teh got married that afternoon, just as soon as the dude in the cigarette-boat got far enough away that we could hear each other.
I, in my role as best man, handed the rings over at the correct time, appeared in the right photos, and generally held up my end. We had dinner at a local restaraunt, the bride and groom disappeared, and the rest of us (i.e. Ben, myself, Tom, and Ming-Hwi) took a walk, got the rest of the scotch from the previous night, and proceeded to the deck outside of Ben’s hotel room for an evening of discussion. But that’s words. This is about the pictures:
Cheers! Best wishes to both of you!