Songkran officially starts today even though water was thrown at Jordan yesterday. It rains till around 4pm so we all catch up on some much needed sleep.

Marc, ingrid and the 4 of us walk to town defenceless as we have no waterguns, before we hit the main street some kids pounce and a few driveby's occur. We buy some guns and get involved. The scene in front of us is unreal, both sides of the street are filled withpeople with waterguns, buckets and large drums of water. No on is safe as everyone is dowsing cars trucks and moterbikes that drive past. There are people on the back of pickup trucks with vats of ice water which really shocks when it hits you.

We all have a water fight together before the amnesty kicks in, it doesnt last for long as we all can't resist a cheeky blast at a friends head. The music is pumping out of all the bars and it's a big free for all. The only person we don't wet is a Thai woman with a baby but that is the only exception.

We walk to the main square refilling at every opportunity. A stage is being set up but everyone is in the street, the traffic is almost at a standstill and the music is really loud. Everyone is dancing soaking wet and more water is being thrown everywhere. It's Thai new year but the message has been lost, it's not the biggest water party in Thailand.

After tea we take a walk home and were starting to get cold. It doesn't stop us getting each other all the way home. The final fill up is with ice water, I made a massive mistake by attacking gaz and ingrid. The both turn and attack, I'm helpless to retalliate as they're both aiming for my face.

We start on the sangsom in the bar and join up with some Irish guys, Jordan is so wasted by the time we leave for sirs at yellow bar. Four of us jump in a tuktuk but we don't really fit so I'm hanging off of the side. Zoes is heaving but we get a table and drink a few more bottles of sangsom. The London guys are there and gaz and Jordan start drinking from their buckets, we are all really drunk by now. I spot Paul sat down and go for a word, turns out he's had about 3 bottles of sangsom and can't really speak. I decide to leave him alone as he us insisting that he can finish a 4th bottle that he has on the table in front of him. Very messy.

Me marc ingrid and charlotte grab a tuktuk home, we find Paul propping himself up on the gate and it looks like he's been on a rampage smashing plant pots around the reception. Bed time.