Borderlines: A Journey in Thailand and Burma, Charles Nicholl

Experience Flows Away

A couple of days later, hot, dirty and exhausted, I arrived in the outskirts of Chiang Mai in the back of a song taow. The truck stopped at a traffic light. There was a band of small boys by the side of the road, holding a bucket of water. I saw them running towards the truck, but it was still something of a surprise when they emptied the entire contents of the bucket over me.

‘It’s the beginning of songkran,’ the driver called back. ‘You’d better get used to it.’

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