This is Songkran, the traditional Thai New Year. It was originally a three day holiday spent with family and honoring the Buddha, by paying respects and pouring water on the hands of a Buddha statue. That elevated, I have no idea how, to a full on national watergun fight. And I do mean natioonal. From little kids being taught to attack by their parents, to the oldest generation sneaking up on you to dump cold water on your head, this is madness that everyone gleefully joins in on. And it takes place everywhere- it isn't a phenomenon unique to any one city. Bangkok goes crazy in the Silom district, and in Chiang Mai the center of the city is what little kids' dreams are made of.
This was my introduction to Thailand. By complete chance, I arrived in this beautiful country the exact day that the festival began, and I was drenched for every moment of the three-day holiday. I spent the first day in Bangkok and took an incredible night-train to the city of Chiang Mai in northern Thailand. Between those three days and two cities, I went through almost all my laundry, all my sunscreen and all my energy but it was AMAZING. I fell in love with the country. What can I say? I'm a sucker for watergun fights.