|daughter & wife at Pattya Water Festival|
|Stage in front of a Pattya mall|
|My girl getting her face mudded|
We knew we were going to become very wet, so shorts and t-shirts were the uniform of the day, as we used to say in the military. As you can see from the video captures many of the other foreign tourists simply went bare-chested wearing only flip-flops and shorts or bathing suit.
|My girl: "Not MUD too!"|
|My wife getting groped. I never noticed this until watching the video|
|The girls had great fun|
But, then again, perhaps I am overstating the behavior as all that much of a problem since these guys are so easily rebuffed. My girls took care of the unwelcome advances themselves; I never once had to intervene, so at least the walking hard-ons aren’t aggressive. During one encounter down by the pool some Iranian kid asked my wife as I swam some laps who I was to her and she told him, “He’s my husband and he’s a marine, so I’d be careful if I were you!” It must have worked. All he said was, “Oh, okay, bye bye then,” and he stopped talking to her. Hey, if it works, go with it.
|How wet can one person get?|
As for our foray into the festival, our first stop was at a stage set up in front of the big mall across the street just down from the hotel. Partiers, Thais and tourists alike, were already gathered around and on it, dancing to lively music. Some of the revelers passively allowed themselves to get wet down (not that any of us had any choice) while others both got wet and actively got involved with spraying down the rest of us. In the photos you’ll also see some of them smearing mud made from a clay powder on faces, heads and clothing. My wife and daughter were constantly getting their faces coated with this mud which would then become a target for the water wielders.
|This guy was aiming for me|
|This fellow asked for it, and GOT IT!|
|My muddy faced girl on Beach Road|