It was the last day of mourning for the late King Sihanouk when I decided to immerse with his people and capture the gritty and dirty details of what was happening during that time. It sure was chaos which was constantly injected by the tear-inducing incense smoke and, of course, the pungent smell of sweat. But amidst of all these unorganized clutter, you can really feel the warmth and love of the people for their King.
May you rest in peace King Norodom Sihanouk.