Loy Kratong, or: "How I dodged the bomb"

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I'm deleting the text from my old travel blogs here, but leaving the pictures for posterity. Or something.

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Photos

Roadside cocktail stand
Thursday night: Boaz and Ben at our mobile cocktail bar.

Dog at the village temple
Friday morning: the merit-making ceremony temple.

TYAP makes kratongs
Friday afternoon: a kratong-making lesson courtesy of Ing, and some guy who's some sort of kratong-making award winner

Dinner at the River Bar
Friday night: From left - Mel, Ing, Trish and Kira (Sari in the background with the tongue).

Me and my kratong.
...time to sail the sucker.

And then things start getting crazy.
This is how Jesse, Mel and Hollis look after a night of unlimited free booze.

Darcy gets belligerent...
And looks just like that cartoon from Toy Story in his cowboy hat and his blue shirt. And his laser robot eyes.

And then we took over the bar...
This isn't exactly a dancing type of place, but that didn't bother us any. The band was encouraging us! So we took over the whole place, including the stage.

The cowboy hat makes it all the way around the bar...
And then Sari actually joins the band - they even gave her her own microphone.

a rowdy end to the night,
singing "Barrett's Privateers" loudly in the song-tao on the way home - well, to Mike's Burgers to get onion rings and sloppy chili fries, and then home. The American tourists who got in didn't know what hit them... but it was Stan Rogers.