Songkran Comes Knocking

Me, my mother in law and her brohter.

Being the original Mr. Bah Humbug when it comes to Songkran activities I have of course been receiving large amounts of grief by Ms Mee for not visiting her village and participating in the activities. During these fun times I have elected to sit at home in the air conditioning and doing what ever my heart desires.

Well that came to a halt today when no less that nineteen people arrive at my home all transported here in one pickup truck. I guess if Mohammad won't go to the mountain, the mountain will go to Mohammad, or something like that.

After the normal eating and drinking I assumed the place of honor on the front porch as the oldest family member and they all had a go at pouring scented water on my hands and wishing me whatever it is they wished of me. For my part all I was required to do was sit still, let the water trickle through my fingers and tell them thank you.

I consider this a slight victory for me and Thai Culture. I refused to take part in the childish water playing and stuck to my guns for a traditional Songkran activity.