I had
come to learn of this festival only the day before. Some folks like
to start early, as I realized when a bag of water nearly hit me in
the noggin, thrown from one of the balconies above. Initially, I was
not amused but my irritation soon turned to curiosity, intrigue, and
finally resignation. As a tourist (i.e. a high value target) you have
two options: 1) stay in your hotel all day; or 2) take up arms and
prepare yourself for battle. I could barely hear myself think over
the war drums banging incessantly in my head. They wanted a war. I
decided I would give it to them.
Clearly,
I was going to have to arm myself. After some initial inquires I made
my way around and found what I was looking for. My arsenal included
two water pistols (one large, one small), about 80 small clear
plastic bags (water bombs) manufactured specifically for this day, a
packet of red powder, a dry bag (to hold a shit ton of water for
supply purposes) and a thirst for vengeance. I was not going to be a
victim.
