The Ping River is nothing but a blur. City lights twinkle and reflect off its waters as the ambulance flies across a bridge and into the downtown center of Chiang Mai. Two drivers sit in the front, throwing the roaring vehicle from left to right, dodging tuk tuks and scooters.
At speeds rarely seen on Chiang Mai’s congested roads, the volunteer crew in the Pingnakorn Ambulance is racing to the scene of an accident in the old quarter. It screeches to a halt and the mass of bodies exit swiftly. With a calm, rehearsed purpose, the medical team sets to work assisting another ambulance that arrived on the scene first, directing traffic, holding back the crowd, gathering information.
The scene is a mess. Traffic police do their best to cordon off the gawkers, who are soon followed by drunken tourists, stumbling through the newly erected barriers. An upset relative is guided into an ambulance for a drive to the hospital. A pool of blood reflects the emergency lights flashing in the night.