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Strawberry Cream vs Banana Split

Saturday was the football match between Chulalongkorn and Thamasat University, Bangkok. This was the 68th time they played each other. Naturally the stadium was packed. There were a few firsts there too for me


A pink football team

The revelry outdid the rivalry









For a football crowd it was so polite, it made me feel like I am sitting in a kindergarten school annual function. No one pushed, shoved or shouted any ones eardrums burst.


Combining football and carnival, this is Thailand’s answer to Brazil!


For every day of the week, there is a colour in Thai culture. Sunday – Red, Monday –Yellow, Tuesday – Pink, Wednesday –Green, Thursday – Orange, Friday – Light Blue and Saturday –Purple.

Because they do not have such notions as pink is for girls and blue is for boys, you see people of all gender wearing all colours. Yes, you also see people of all gender, wearing all colours, in all directions, doing all kinds of things. Rather nice. This all gender thing and those boys in pink. Reminds me of strawberry ice cream, slurp! ;)

And the results were

Most importantly, there was also bubble milk and many other kinds of edibles at the venue!!!

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