Comments on: What’s This About Songkran?

By: cat

cat — Wed, 22 Apr 2009 14:52:53 +0000

Ouch. It’s terribly dangerous here during Songkran, all through the region.

Of course, I’m too chicken to ride motorcycles at any time!

By: David Airey

David Airey — Wed, 22 Apr 2009 14:43:01 +0000

A group of young’uns threw buckets of water over me in Cambodia, nearly knocking me off my moped. Funny looking back, but not so funny at the time.

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By: Catherine

Catherine — Sun, 19 Apr 2009 10:10:49 +0000

I’m glad you found the post useful as I had a great time tracking it all down. I had to dig to find the resources with meat in them – a lot which didn’t fit here – and next year I plan on gathering in the scattered bits to put in one post.

I would have loved joining in for real but my problem this year was the camera as I didn’t have a water proof case. I found instructions for wrapping the camera in Saran Wrap but that meant I couldn’t use the zoom so I stayed in the car on the second day and took photos from the window. Sad.

Next year, I’ll have a protective camera case and for sure it’ll be game on! Lao khao and red lipstick included :-D

By: Martyn

Martyn — Sun, 19 Apr 2009 09:29:23 +0000

I started reading this post and found myself getting more and more engulfed in it. I count myself lucky to have remained dry during my read. The traditional Songkran rituals you mention have given explanations that I have wanted to know about for a long time. Thanks for that, my google searches usually end up branching off into a land of pop up windows and a left click on my virus checker.

A couple of years back I spent a wonderful Songkran in an Udon Thani village, no water cannons there, only old buckets and plenty of spirit. I went to the local Tesco store in Udon and loaded up with water pistols and handed them out to some of the kids, saving the biggest one for me. Game on. Believe me Rambo wouldn’t have lasted long in that village, I got absolutely soaked…..and very drunk. I finished up filling my gun with a couple of bottles of lao khao and visiting a few of the houses. Plenty of the villagers took the offered squirt of drink. I eventually woke up at Wilai’s mother’s house with my face pasted white and a thick lipsticked red cross on my face. St George defeated by the water shooting village kids. Great memories.

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