If you have kept up with our Facebook updates you will know we have spent the past few days charging around Chiang Mai with a water gun, randomly or deliberately squirting people – young and old alike – in the face.
Well, one of us has anyway. Deirdre hid from it all. I, on the other hand, pushed social boundaries to the limit by throwing buckets of iced water over grannies and ambushing five year old children. What I love about Songkran is the sheer joy of the event. Where else can you shoot water in a stranger’s face and instead of a scowl be rewarded with a smile?
A monk gets involved.
Children loading up on ammo.
There was some cultural stuff too.
I made the mistake of turning my back on this kid.
Roving groups enjoy a clear stretch of road. Once they hit traffic jams they are sitting ducks.
Most of the action took place around the city’s moat.
150 baht? I don’t think so.
Former allies turn on each other.
I climbed part way up the walls to take the high ground. Others had their own tactics.
All alone there, Tuk Tuk man? Get him!
This girl looked like she had had enough and just wanted to get home.
This girl didn’t.
A combination of live music, bars, foam and the moat meant farang were thickest around the Thapae Gate
Promo girls on stage are targeted.
These backpackers were in running battles for hours with each other and anyone else who happened to be passing.