15 March
Today is the third day of the Songkran Festival. It is still very hot here in Bangkok. One cannot set a foot outside without getting soaked and powdered. The street urchins in the soi have been happily squirting water at each other and passerbys for three days. Silom Road has been closed and is a watery battleground. I met the Essex Boy in the soi. He was bedraggled and looked fed up.
“Fuck it,” he said. “A couple of hours of this is fun – but three whole fucking days and nights of water fights! I tell you, I’m getting pissed off of being covered in this powder shit. Trouble with the Thais is that they never know when to stop – and they don’t know when to st
art.”
Today is the third day of the Songkran Festival. It is still very hot here in Bangkok. One cannot set a foot outside without getting soaked and powdered. The street urchins in the soi have been happily squirting water at each other and passerbys for three days. Silom Road has been closed and is a watery battleground. I met the Essex Boy in the soi. He was bedraggled and looked fed up.
“Fuck it,” he said. “A couple of hours of this is fun – but three whole fucking days and nights of water fights! I tell you, I’m getting pissed off of being covered in this powder shit. Trouble with the Thais is that they never know when to stop – and they don’t know when to st
art.”
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