It’s The Songkran
After twenty something years of living in Bangkok, I finally lost my Songkran virginity at Khaosan Rd. yesterday. I was known as the Mistress of Avoiding Wetness during the Thai New Year’s festival, hell I was a pro! 
Until I met my friends who are apparently the professional of surviving wetness! My survival kit includes a bunch of zip lock bags, a towel waiting in the car, spare clothes, black is the dress code, make up is banned, flip flops are your best friend was my starter kit.
Leave your car at home and “Let’s ride the tuk-tuk,” was the way to the water war zone. Picture a whole road blocked with a bunch of soaked wet like they’ve been in a washing machine! Ok, I’m not being dramatic, that is the scene. Besides, the whole wetness and an hour of long walk, and people jam, I found myself dancing in front of Seven Eleven somewhere a long the road and lost half of my toe nail, somehow, somewhere, my toe nail is there!
Later in the evening, I found myself dancing non-stop to the Thai old school tracks, loving it when people just keep throwing that cold water on me! All in all, thumbs up to my first wet and wild Songkran!
