Waterwar in Bangkok part 2

Imagine this:

A friend calls you to ask if you wanna go out for some drink ‘n dance. You’re in the mood for it and gladly accept the invitation. Only, you come both from another side of the city, so meeting up in the club is the best option. You take a taxi. The first one drops you after 10 seconds because he can’t understand where you want to go. You take another one (only takes 5 seconds), he says he understands but drops you off at a place with slightly the same name, although, wrong place! Well, not that wrong, a bunch of beautiful thai girls came to greet me instantly, but I wasn’t really out for that. So you take a third taxi who finally drops you off at the place to be, RCA.
Happy as you are, finally reached destination…you see they suddenly ask entrance fee to enter the street. Darn, Songkran, everywhere people take advantage of it. Ah well, you pay (at least you can buy two drinks from the ticket). You look at the clock and see you’re already 40 mins too late. No worries, we’re very close to the club now…

But then…you enter the zone, which seems to be stamped with people! Packed, overcrowded! And…they all carry waterguns! No way to go back now. Time to switch to first person.

After one minute I had already three buckets water over me (farangs are easy to spot targets) and I was drenged in rice porridge. I didn’t think to go on my sandals, as mostly they refuse these in clubs…It took me about 90 minutes to get to the club (which was only about 500m).
I arrived like I just dived into a swimming pool with all clothes on and rolled myself after in white flour. Pretty sight, very comfy…rrrright. But then you see your friends, the full bottle of whisky, sexy girls dancing, good live band, and you forget you’re wet and drink yourself into sunshine.

At 3 am you wanna go home and all taxis refuse you, unless you pay them like triple the normal amount. No other option, unless you wanna spend the night under a bridge looking like  a soaked boule de berlin.

Only one thing I thought in the taxi: I’m looking forward to the Philippines!

Waterwar in Bangkok

Today it started…The roads are unsafe for three days long. Songkran! Thai new year. Behind every corner there might be a bucket of water, waterhose or waterpistol waiting for you. The worst case scenario is porridge on your face.

Even the cops attack you!

I just went out for dinner and well, I was soaked when I arrived at the restaurant.

I need to wrap my electronic stuff up in plastics now when going out.

Help!

If you wanna have an idea how it looks like:

Songkran images

Back in Bangkok

Ready for another shift of two weeks fulltime work before I head to the Philippines. I can only accept a few nights party for the waterfestival. But hey, you don’t hear me complaining.
I’m now located at the Lad Prao road, close to everything I need, but away from tourist areas. I rented an apartment, cheap and basic. Cold shower (who needs hot here?), bed, table, balcony, fridge, web connection and cable-tv for the ’sleepless in bangkok’ hours. The condominium has everything integrated: laundry service, stores and 24shop & restaurant. Even has a swimming pool, although it doesn’t attract me that much…my balcony has a view on the pool and errrr, it looks more like somebody spilled a few liters soap in it.

hereby a very charming picture (rrrright) of my improvised workspot, with my only companion, Little Blacky. At least you have an idea now how I work. See, no need to be jealous. *grin*