Friday, December 9, I?“ SCARLET AND BLACK Page Eleven I.oy Krathong By uvm DENAVS This description of Thailand is continued from n previous issue of the 58:3. Miss Dendvs, Grinnell, '65, spent last year teach- ing in Thailand on the Grinnell Fifth Year Abroad Program. As we passed the booths, we were greeted by shouts from our sludems, all urging us to buy something ~— anything from them, My feeble protestations were quickly drowned by their on thusiasm. l managed to escape only after buying some roasted nuts, a couple handpainted Christ- mas Cards for the folks back home (showing View log palm irees), a bamboo pin in the shape of a butterfly, and an aerial View of Chiengmai. We finally found an empty table where We were joined by some more friends: Chaw Ying Seda, a Shsn princess from Burma who also teaches English at Dara, her brother and sister, and another Shan friend. John. We all ordered satealr, a meat dish made of pork or beef, The meat is usually dipped in a sauce or peanut butter and coconut milk and eaten with a cucumber.and vinegar relish, 1 also had kwiiayd nam (noodles in Water, with meat and vegetables, usually bean sprouts). With the addition of a few extra ina gradients such as sugar, soy sauce, mmplaa (fish sauce), pepper, and crushed peanuts, the dish was ready to eat. We topped off our meal with some ice cream and hot Ovaltine, another Thai favorite, Jungjut glanced at his watch. it was nearly nine o‘clock — time to get started it we wanted a good view of the parade. After paying our hill, we made our way through the noisy holiday crowd until we reached the badge. The View was magnificentl To our right, through the cur~ tain of trees lining the river bank, we could see the shimmering lights of Dara, Straight ahead, at the distant bend of the dark n'ver, tiny lights melted and flowed into a stream of gold. Elabor- ate floats resembling miniature temples and boats passed under the bridge, as well as simp- ier ones made of bark, banana leaves, or paper. A firecracker exploded nearby. We moved on, and once more, became part of the surging crowd. Ying touched my arm and pointed to a cluster of people on the bridge, Even at times of festivity and fun, one can find a note of tragedy. A small boy had fallen through a hole in the bridge and drowned. For one family, anyway, this Loy Kra- thong was not a time of joy but of sorrow. By now, we had crossed the bridge. The street ahead of us — and the surrounding area —— wns tightJy packed with people, all anxiously await< ing the start of the parade. People, people every where , . , 1 never knew there were so many people in Thailand, let alone in Cbiengmai. Acts ually, many of them were visitors who had come just for the iestivnl. Loy Krathorlg (and many other festivals) are best seen and celebrated in Clllellgmai. Thousands of Tllélis from miles around, even as for as Bangkok, charter buses and jam uno the hotels (luring llic onuuul inn-s and festivals, ll's hectic, bill “is Thais seem to love every minute ol it. 1 spied a couple Dara teachers on a balcony with an excellent View of the Coming parade. After ii‘anlic motlolnngs, they saw us and waved {or us to join them. The owner of the shop es- corted \IS upstairs where we removed our slides before entering the llvmg area and the balcony. The parade, with its huge linens and various native bands, is a high point in the two-day les- iivities. Many organizations, clubs, and larger shops compete in presenting the most beaulilul and original float. These floats are than actually launched on the Mae Ping River and float downs stream past the judges’ stand _ one every 20 or 30 minutes. There were floats representing ani- mals and depicting Thai legends, A Chinese tire breathing dragon wound lts way down the street. There were also floats of a more serious nature showing agricultural machinery 7 and new wea- pons, The armed forces contributed to the dc- casion with a iloot dcpicling military prepared ness, but also showing the determination of the Thai people to stand for world peace. The huge missile on the SEATO float actually fired its “rockets", creating huge puffs oi billowing grcy smoke and almost shattering n iew ear drums along the way. Arid, as in parades everywhere, beautiful young girls smiled and waved to the crowds, and were greeted with whistles and shouts of approval in return, As the last float disappeared from view, the crowds began to disperse in search of more an terlainment and sanuk. Jungjut and his friend went to play a game of ping pong, while Ying and I decided to continue through town, heading for the New Bridge further north. As we ducked through the crowds, we were thankiul not to have to fight the usually heavy motorized traffic. The streets are generally jammed with three- wheeled taxis and pedicabs, buses, cars, jeeps, tniclrs, oxcarts, bicycles, and hondas, which go careenlng crazily down the street, paying abso- lutely no attention to common sense rules of safety. The pedestrian is just as bad. How any- one manages to stay alive in Thai traffic (whether Bangkok or Chiengmai) is beyond my understanding. During the festival, however, the police had blocked off all the main streets and roads near the river. Quite a crowd had collected in front of the government sold or pavilion where another show was in progress. Half a dozen girls were dancing the Chiengmai “Nail” Dance, while to the right, on educational film on hill tribes was being shown. Music from several bands filled the all, and a singer crooned a popular Thai love song into the microphone. Ying and I passed bright, cheerful shops where customers could be heard bargaining over goods. Young children played on the floor, and friends passed the time in amiable conversation. We were greeted by many of our students and introduced to their parents and lriends. They all wished us a wonderful Loy Krathnng and hoped that l‘d be in Thailand long enough to enjoy many more. Ying Seda and I took a side street which looked inviting, The alley was dark, save for hundreds of small flickering candles placed around balconies and on window sills. Here and there, a ray of light shone from a window or slipped under a door. I closed my eyes and could almost hear the soft crunch of soft snow underfoot . . . the tinkle of tiny bells , , . and the sound 01 children’s voices singing “Silent Night”. As we walked along, Ymg, a Buddhist, felt. an equal serenity and beauty. At last, we Came to an old Buddhist temple or Wat surrounded by thick grey walls. We walked through the gate, guarded by two ilerce lion- dogs, and beheld a most beautiiul sight. Tiny lights winde and flickered out of the darkness like mischievous eyes. They sparkled on tile chodi or reliquary and on the stairs and on The naga (serpent) balustrades, They even danced on the various some images or demons and ani— inols which dotted the courtyard, Sevcral wor- shipers were placing rheir candles on the billu- c hciorc enlel'lng the w' an, the principal n..t building where the public gathers on holy tlnys. inside llie nihan, pricsls rll‘onctl their an- Clellt, snot-ed Sanskrit and roll scriplurcs. To this rlzly, their deep and monolouous cliontiug never fails to send a slight slnver down my spine. Ying bought a candle, sevcrul incensc sticks, and a small bouquet of red and yellow gcl‘beras. Afr ler removmg our shoes, we entered the \viharl. she placed her offerings on the shrine already blazing with candles and fragrant with incense. As she prayed, I glanced around me. Upon a raised throne in the center of the far wall, facing the entrance, loomed the great gilded bronze image of the Buddha, it seemed part of the building itself. It dominated the whole interior, peacelul, composed, and calm. To the lelt. upon a low raised platform, sat a group or orange- robed priests, oblivious to the comings and goings or the worshipersJ tell under the spell of the moment a the droning of the priests, the fragrance of incense, the flickering lights, and the gentle, benevolent Buddha, smiling down upon the prostratlng worshipers. Ying and I slipped out quietly. Outside, we were lreated to another pleasant surprise. A huge lounialn oi sparks shot up into the air with a “whoosh” and a blaze of light, It flared and sparkled in all its splendor and then, just as sud- denly, died, leaving only a burned-out shell. We nodded, and walked through the gate, We found two taxis near the new bridge, and said goodbye. 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