That’s right, my friends, it’s been here in Thailand all along. The best holiday ever. And this week, I got to participate in it. Allow me to introduce you to:
The Songkran Festival
(or, as I like to call it, The Throw-Water-On-Every-Single-Person-You-See-In-The-Hottest-Country-Ever Festival)
It started on the evening of April 2. Pa, our dad for the month, told us to be ready to get soaked on the way to and from our cell group. So we put on our bathing suits under our clothes, loaded up a plastic garbage can into the back of our pickup truck to be filled with water later, loaded ourselves in the back of our pickup truck and headed off to ministry.
We had no sooner turned the corner out of our street when a group of kids with their parents, armed with water guns and buckets, completely drenched us. Then they waved at us and gave us the thumbs up.
And we died laughing.
After our cell group, we filled up our garbage can, prepared our water bottles and got ready for battle. As we headed into town, traffic got heavier and heavier. And pretty soon, every truck that pulled up next to us had people in the back with water guns and huge buckets and bowls and bottles and everything you could possibly think of to use to throw water on people.
And then, it was war.
We couldn’t throw water on people fast enough. Kids, adults, teenagers and old people were determined to soak us and everyone else. Remember water fights you’d have as a kid in the summer in your back yard? Yeah, it was like that, but throughout an entire town.
We came home that night water-logged, stomach aching from laughter and ready to do it all over again the next day.
Which we did. But not before buying water guns and other supplies first.
(photo credit: Caroline Player)
