One of the things I like about living in Pattaya is the frequency of “events”, all of which offer the opportunity for photos. My favourite events are those where Thais and farangs come together to have a good time. Thais are the world champions at having a good time, and if the silly farangs want to organise something; then the Thais are quite happy to come along and raise the sanuk level.
And so it was with the St. Patrick’s day parade. St. Patrick, as we all know, is the patron saint of Guinness and projectile vomiting; and every year his life is celebrated by the excessive consumption, followed by the rapid egestion, of the black fluid. His favourite colour was green.
The Irish fraternity in Pattaya decided to have a small parade to mark the day, but the Thais heard the word “parade” and turned up in their hundreds to join in. There were more marching bands than I could count, floats and people dressed in all manner of outfits, only a few of which seemed to have much to do with St. Patrick, apart from a splash of green. It was a throng of good humour and all in aid of charity; so the whiners on Thai Visa complaining about the inevitable traffic jams can fuck off.
The Irish Ambassador to Thailand made an appearance and quite rightly looked and sounded very Irish. Here he is being badgered by a man with a green towel on his head who wants to swap the ambassador’s flowers for his snake.
He started his speech in Thai, which is when I discovered that there is nothing quite as charming as Thai being spoken with an Irish accent. Assorted luminaries then stood for photos.
Down below, the crowd was preparing for the parade.
The mayhem in the staging area suddenly resolved itself, and the parade started at 1600 prompt, taking more than fifteen minutes to disappear down soi 4 to Beach Road.
Most enjoyable and I shall put the date of St. Patrick’s death in my diary for next year.