Seven dangerous nights of Songkran: Dark side of the festival


Totally unconcerned with incoming traffic, Khun Tuey powers the ambulance van through Bangkok’s narrow streets as fast as its engine can push it. Soon after the chase started, the pointer on the speedometer kisses the 120 mark and for a short moment I take my eyes off the road to look around. Next to the driver sits his beautiful, four month pregnant wife Amarin, ignoring what passes by the
windshield as if she is watching a session of Bulgarian parliament on TV. To the left is Somat, a medic with 110 hours of training – the team’s expert for injuries. His eyes are closed and it looks like he is sleeping. I hope he is praying. Tonight, we all need prayers to come true.

It is the crazy wet Songkran, as the week-long Thai New Year is known. Earlier in the day, we all enjoyed the festival – I sprayed water, wore powder on my face, drank beer and played fool with friends.

A reveller uses a water gun as he participates in a water fight during the Songkran Festival celebration at Khaosan road in Bangkok

But the fun part is over. Tonight is another Songkran night; one of seven dangerous ones when an already high number of traffic-related deaths and injuries surge. Experts say Thailand has the greatest number of road deaths in Southeast Asia per capita, due to a combination of lax road laws and careless driving habits.

Of those fatalities, four percent take place during Songkran, when alcohol is often added to the mix.

To get the full picture of the festival and its duality, I join the foundation patrol for couple of nights. The foundation is Ruamkatanyu, one of the two largest free rescue services for accident victims in Bangkok. They are sometimes called Bangkok’s body snatchers – the subject of a great and complicated story that seems to be mandatory for every foreign journalist to cover.

Not long after I climbed into their ambulance, the call over the radio announced the accident. With a quick prayer and his hands closed above the steering wheel, Khun Tuey takes us for a crazy rollercoaster ride through Bangkok’s downtown.

Behind the driver and his front seat companions, a young volunteer and I are glued to the little window looking toward the windshield. There’s another volunteer (sleeping) and another medic (checking his iPad) – all of them routinely uninterested in what seems to me as our certain and fast approaching crash.


I have been warned the foundation drivers are something special, atop the fact that almost every Thai I know gets possessed by ghosts of F1 drivers as soon as they sit behind the wheel. But this drive is beyond my expectations and my alarms are fully on.

I try to remember statistics on what seat in the car is the most secure in the case of a crash – is it back left, just behind what is called “a shahid (martyr) seat” in the Middle East? Or behind the driver? There are no seat belts where I’m sitting and for a moment I think lying in the stretcher would be a good idea.

Have I ever heard the news of an emergency van crashing in Bangkok? Would newspapers publish such a thing? I ask our driver, politely and trying not to show any concerns for our safety, if he ever had an accident. He said that in his 11 years of driving for the foundation, he’s had zero accidents. The only accidents he’s had was when he was driving backwards. Forward and fast is okay.

I’m bit calmer now. However, the feeling is similar to when I had been in claustrophobic armored vehicles, with U.S. soldiers driving on Iraqi roads littered with bombs. There are only two things you can do: Ask for a vehicle to stop and get out now, or just relax and pray for good luck. Otherwise, there is not much you can do.

After a few long minutes of manic chase, we are at the site of the first accident of the night – a man who fell off his motorcycle in front of an apartment building in Thong Lor. Most of the injuries during the first several days of Songkran in Bangkok are from motorcycle accidents. Later in the week when people get tired from partying and drinking, the fights take over as the main cause of injuries.


A man is helped by a smaller team from the same foundation that came to the site before us. That is not unusual – no matter how small the accident is, there will always be more than one team coming from different places to help.

Few minutes later, while driving back to a petrol station which is their night base, a call for another intervention came over the ever screaming radio used by foundation volunteers. At the same speed (and same prayers), the ambulance van reaches the front of a building on Rama IV Road. It’s a hit and run accident this time. The car hit a foreign man and drove away.

And it goes like this for the whole night. The team goes from one accident to another until after 2a.m. (the bars closing time) when the traffic calms down and the city goes to sleep. There will be few vehicles remaining on the streets, but for most of us it is time to go home.

In the few hours spent with a foundation ambulance patrolling only a small part of Bangkok, I witnessed several motorcycle accidents (of which two were very serious), two hit-and-runs and one strange episode in which a man, unconscious and helpless, was found lying on the road. The injured people are helped on the spot and delivered in great speed to the hospitals nearby.


Whoever follows news these days in Thailand is bombarded with numbers about road accidents during the festival. Numbers and numerology is big in Southeast Asia. Everyone is interested in numbers, writes them down and looks for the pattern they appear in. Often, people rush to the accident scene to write down the numbers from the license plates of the vehicles involved – the numbers might be lucky and can be used in the lottery.

The numbers for this year’s Songkran are awful – there are more people killed than in the previous year.

It is difficult to understand why the festival celebrations are sometimes so wild, despite the government’s pleads to respect each other and be careful on the road. Every year, the numbers of casualties gets grimmer and grimmer.

Khun Tuey and his comrades can’t do much about the number of accidents but they can certainly help the statistic – they do save lives. And that’s what they do night after night, all year long. I felt privileged to be a part of their team for few crazy nights in Songkran.

Volunteers with Ruamkatanyu, a free rescue service for accident victims stand by their vehicles as they wait for news of another accident during Songkran festival in Bangkok

You can see some more pictures I shot for Reuters on this subject here.

    • simon bates
    • April 18th, 2013

    Great work Damir.

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