On Day 1 I arrived from Laos and with all luck made it to my hostel without getting wet. I immediately proceeded to the nearest vendor to buy my trusty angry bird themed water gun and headed out into the city. I did not get more than a few feet before I was attacked, my measly little pistol doing nothing against the buckets and super-soakers that the veteran locals were wielding against me. As I followed the canal along the edge of the old town towards the Thapae Gate the party just intensified. Make-shift stages with music and performances, misters and full on hoses spaying the dancing, soaking crowd. People just lined every street so that you could not go anywhere without being soaked to the bone. Some people were sweet and joyous about throwing water on you, while others were downright evil about it. All through the day and late into the evening you could not expect to venture from the hostel with any hopes of remaining dry. Even people in taxis and tuktuks were not safe as revelers would stick their guns through windows to soak the people inside, laughing with delight. The first 2 days of this were amazing and so much fun.
The next 2 days I spent trying, unsuccessfully in most cases to avoid getting soaked. One day a friend I met at my hostel and I managed to escape with only a few squirts if water to a nearby mall where we saw a movie for only $5...beats the $12 I would pay at home! Even on the last day of the festival when I thought I had made it through the day without getting too wet I got soaked by a rouge local at 10pm on my way home from the night market - long after most people had gone home for the night. Oh well...Songkran was still such a blast and an amazing experience that I may just try to bring back to the states. Too cold in January for New Years, but maybe for 4th of July??? Who's with me!?!