On the last night of songkran, Fr. Vinai took us out for dinner. Most of the scholastics were at the back of the pickup truck, and during songkran, that meant that you were ready to join the water splashing. we went around the main streets of chiang mai, and we were shouting "satnan!"--and as if on cue, the people on the streets or on other pickup trucks would throw water on us. we arrived at the restaurant all drenched and famished.
