I am Scrooge. Ms Songkran Scrooge, or so to speak.
I now dread the Thai new year celebration to the point that I would skip town if I could, or hide under the bed until the week-long celebrations are over.
My last sojourn into the wet festivities was about 10 years ago, when I joined a large group of mostly foreigners to experience Khao San Road at its finest. I could hardly walk from one end of the road to the other because of the crowds. Though it was all quite friendly, it felt a bit like competing in Wipeout Asia, having to make my way from start to finish in the shortest time, and surviving the pummels and spinning wheels and other obstacles that threaten you with a wet finish in the pool below.