As we rode the tuk-tuk through the sticky afternoon air from the Hat Yai bus station to our hotel we were bombarded. Attacked. Helpless victims of the nation-wide Songkran water fight.
Laughing, the locals soaked us. Drenched to the bone. We traveled the streets through a storm of supersoakers. Dripping, we check-in to the hotel. I glance at PT, his eyes hold that laughing, mischievous spark that is so contagious.
We enlist, take up arms, and with child-like excitement, join the water war!
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