ลอยกระทง (Loy Krathong)

I was sitting on my back deck the other evening, reviewing my “Thai For Beginners” text (constant review of even the basics is essential if one is not immersed in the language). The sun had gone down about an hour ago, but it was still very warm out. The book was at my 10 o’clock, my writing tablet was directly in front of me, and there was an ice-cold bottle of Heineken sitting at my one o’clock. It wasn’t a dinky little bottle, either. It was one of those big ones you get if you order a bottle for your table at any restaurant in Thailand (Heineken does in a pinch if you can’t get your hands on a Chang!) Half of the bottle was gone, and the porchlight shone through the green bottle, casting an emerald glow on my studies. 🙂

My wife, Pon, was standing on the edge of the deck at my six o’clock (out of view, of course). She had just returned home from her ESL (English as a Second Language) class. A couple of weeks prior, she had discovered a cache of old fireworks out in my workshop. The stash consisted of firecrackers, roman candles, sparklers, and things that shoot straight up into the heavens with a whirrr when you light ’em. They had been out there in the shop collecting dust and spider webs for about three years, so I was kind hesitant to let Pon set them off. We finally agreed to let her just light the sparklers. I figured that if the accelerant in these things had gone unstable over the years, at least they had little chance of doing any damage if they went south, so to speak.

sparkle!

Pon had really taken to those sparklers, and she lit up a few every night when she got home from school. That is what she was doing on this particular evening as I sat at the table writing out my exercises. The half-consumed bottle of beer, coupled with the 4-mile run I had just completed an hour earlier, had put me in a very mellow and introspective mood. I was finding myself looking up and around my yard, more than I was looking down at my studies.

As Pon lit her third sparkler, I got a whiff of the strong gunpowder-y smell. I turned to look at my wife, who was standing in the shadows, out of reach of the porchlight. The light from the sparks cast her face in a yellow-orange glow. She was softly singing a song. I could not hear the words of the song, but I knew that a) I had heard it many times before; and b) it was, of course, a Thai song. All of these sensory inputs; the beer, the gunpowder smell, the lights, and the warm evening, the singing, instantly took me back to last year’s Loy Krathong in Pon’s village of Bahn Bong Chang.

Loy Krathong probably needs no introduction with this group of readers, but just a brief description for the uninitiated. This is how it is described in the 1999 printing of the Dorling Kindersley Travel Guide for Thailand.

One of Thailand’s best-loved national festivals. Pays homage to the goddess of rivers and waterways, Mae Khongkha. In the evening, people gather at rivers, lakes, and ponds to float krathongs.

krathong
A Thai lady floating a krathong.

Now, I had been in Thailand during Loy Krathong before, but never had I spent the holiday way off the beaten track, with no farang (I can only assume) for miles. I had never seen another pale face while there, even when we went to the fairly large outdoor market that is only about 20 km outside of Chiang Rai. Pon had told me, on my first visit to her village, that many of the schoolchildren in that little hamlet had never actually seen a farang in the flesh. This little fact, which was kind of hard to believe, was corroborated whenever I went for a nightly run at the elementary school that is adjacent to Pon’s parents’ house. I had no sooner completed a lap around the grounds, when I was followed by about 8-10 boys (and some girls on bikes). Quite an oddity I must’ve been. After two weeks of nightly runs, and the same gaggle of kids following my footfall, my flattery at being a spectacle wore off a bit (for those people who fantasize of being famous, and being observed constantly, think twice. While my situation was nothing like that, I got the feeling that this must be what the paparazzi become like after awhile. Being famous probably isn’t all that it’s cracked up to be. I loved those little kids, and never showed even a hint of annoyance, but a quiet run to myself at the end of the day is like therapy to me. Quiet and lonely it never was in Bahn Bong Chang).

Anyways, I digress. It doesn’t take a geography whiz to realize that Chiang Rai is kind of landlocked. Oh sure, there is a big river going by, and a small pond dots the landscape here and there. But for the majority of the people living in the countryside, there is no body of water in which to float your krathong. At least I never saw anything to prove otherwise. What they did have, however, was something else that floated in another way entirely. Here it is:

air krathong!!

Forgive the blurriness; I tried to find the right setting on my digital camera, but it wasn’t happening. What you’re seeing is a group of people that have a large plastic silo-shaped balloon. The balloon is open at the bottom just like the hot air balloon that people ride in. These guys hold the balloon over an open flame and fill it with hot air. They then release it and it floats way way way up in the sky, with the fire trapped inside! It looks really cool. Especially if it floats past the full moon (which is always in the sky during Loy Krathong).

full moon in Bahn Bong Chang
This picture was actually taken in Bahn Bong Chang on Loy Krathong. The moon is behind a tree.

Pon and I rode her father’s motorcycle to the wat to watch everybody light off fireworks, and to see them raise those balloons. Unfortunately, there were a couple of people who had imbibed a bit too much of the local spirits. They took to shooting roman candles off at each other and into the crowds. There were also a couple of close calls with some boomers, which we call M-80s in the US. One, I think, even singed the hair off of my lower leg! So we hopped on the scooter and went back to Pon’s house to light sparklers (thus the impetus for me writing this particular entry in the first place).

Loy Krathong at Bahn Bong Chang
Back at Pon’s house in Bahn Bong Chang.

It truly was a great evening. Everybody obviously enjoyed themselves immensely. I liken it to the 4th of July here in the States, but with a bit of a religious twist to it. Earlier in the day, we had accompanied Pon’s father to an altar. He took a cooked chicked and a bottle of the village homebrew (akin to moonshine, I think). He put the chicken on the alter, along with a cup of the alcohol. He said some words and we prayed. Later on in the evening, Pon lit a row of candles in front of a small Buddha image in the house. Then we went to sleep with the sounds of boomers in the distance.

Buddha by candlelight

Isn’t it amazing how just a few sensory cues can send you vividly back to such wonderful memories. I could close my eyes on my deck the other evening and almost relive last year’s Loy Krathong as if it were happening all over again. I hope this entry evokes memories of your own speical Loy Krathong. Enjoy.

10 responses to “ลอยกระทง (Loy Krathong)

  1. Great writing, really engaging.
    I remember last New Years eve in Chiang Mai the sky being full of these paper balloons (“Khom Loy” ?) launched for the spirits of those killed in the Tsunami on Boxing Day.
    There are some pictures I took of these balloonsin happier times here:
    http://gallery54874.fotopic.net
    The baloons are made of rice paper and inflated by warm air from a fire, they often have a string of fire crackers trailing, which are lit just as the balloon is launched.

  2. Wow, EJ

    Great writing. That’s a cool thing about writing for Thai-blogs, you get to see some people discover they have a wonderful writing talent or watch as it developes.

    Wonderful set of sensory cues there in your blog, I was taken back with you and I’ve never even been to witness Loy Krathong yet! The imagery of the hot air ballon Krathongs was quite interesting and I’m curious about how that works. Something else to put on my list of ‘things to do’ in Thailand.

    Sidebar

    Thanks for our chat earlier today on Yahoo Msgr. Did it strike you as funny or odd, as it did me, that here we were two American white guys talking to each other in Thai! 😉

    It was fun and I enjoyed it a lot, despite my allergy today.

    Khorp Khun Krab …and keep writing!

    Wit

  3. Loy Krathong festival…. it has been always my dream to see it… hopefully, I will make it this year….

  4. Thanks Khun Don for the pics on the Loy Kratong or Khom Loy balloons. You have an interesting eye for geometry in your photos especially of the bamboo and flora there in Thailand. Top notch!

    Wit

  5. Thanks for the very kind comments, Wit -you should see all the failures ! -Thank heavens for digital or I would be broke!

  6. Nice blog EJ. Reminds me of Loy Krathong in Phuket as a kid! I really love the flower krathongs, setting them alight anf letting them float.

  7. I’m glad to read that some people enjoyed this entry. And, yes, Wit, that was pretty interesting to have two farangs going back in forth in Thai. I enjoyed it immensely. Hope to see you back online soon.

  8. Great! A set of people instead of saying this this is not their practise , find a creative solution to join the good feel of the entire nation! That’s hearts which love!

  9. thank you for your beautifull pictures
    and a very interesting culture.
    amicaly

    dav

  10. Thank you to let me know more about this wonderful country. Pictures are really fantastic.
    I would like to have your suggestion on my proyect. we are a group of students in LIma Peru, we have to represent Thailand in our III Global fair Apec-Peru. and we want to know what kind of ornaments we can use to decorate our stand. How to greet in your own language, or welcoming people from other countries to invite to visit Thailand. We really apreciate your time and help.
    bye, Mery