Let’s just say that W is probably one of the most wonderful
letters in existence; Wintonyk, wicked, water and now the W hotel. This venue
played host to a wet and wild Song Kran pool party that was one to rival all
others.
Starting out about as interesting as a goldfish in 3 inches
of water, as more of my friends arrived and our previous days militia reunited
it became more and more fun. With a giant pool filled with hundreds of beach
balls ranching from standard size to that of which Atlas holds on his back we
knew that things would get to be more and more fun.
Free flowing mojitos, a wonderful sun shining overhead and a
virtually unlimited supply for my SS5500 (decided on this as my nickname for
watergun). Jumping in and splashing made the most of the event.
A good friend invited one of her artists that she represents
to the party as well, Noe two. He is a graffiti artist that makes some
incredible pieces. Presently in town he is working on a temple. As a gift to
the monks he is making a mind-blowing art on the inside of the temple. Part of my experience included him drawing
his tag on my chest. With Arturo, Yulia, Julia, Masha and myself all tagged up
we ended up taking thousands of pictures with random people. 



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