Shan State & Yangon, Myanmar, April 2015
It was the height of the Water Festival when we were traveling around Shan State. At every small town center our vehicle was stopped by dancing youths with buckets of water and hoses of various types. Many of these marauders were drunk or drugged with other substances, but most of them emerged unscathed, and no damage was done to us or our vehicle; but I did witness a truck try to avoid one of the roadblocks and knock down a celebrant. The driver caught hell from a swarm of boys and was forced to beg forgiveness in exchange for safe passage. By the time we got back to Yangon, it was the last day of the Festival and Myo Han Oo and I went out and got thoroughly soaked.
It was the height of the Water Festival when we were traveling around Shan State. At every small town center our vehicle was stopped by dancing youths with buckets of water and hoses of various types. Many of these marauders were drunk or drugged with other substances, but most of them emerged unscathed, and no damage was done to us or our vehicle; but I did witness a truck try to avoid one of the roadblocks and knock down a celebrant. The driver caught hell from a swarm of boys and was forced to beg forgiveness in exchange for safe passage. By the time we got back to Yangon, it was the last day of the Festival and Myo Han Oo and I went out and got thoroughly soaked.
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