I was driving around the parts of Phnom Penh that do not have so much air con and are a bit more noisy than BBK 1. This is where I ha seen the crushed cans. Only now I am seeing crushed rats. The motor bike they were packed on to was so heavy with rats its had tipped sideways and a panicy rat catcher was trying to protect the rats from the blazing sun. This was not an act of charity I can tell you. These rats were destined for the table and he wanted them fresh. Some were dead all ready. They screeched in terror just like in all the horror movies. And it was a horrible disgusting site. And in this day and age there is nothing charming or cultural than eating house rat riden with germs. He was the pied piper on a motor bike only his flute had been thrown in the gutter.
MInd you the garment factory workers are treated no better crushed in cement trucks just like the rats.
I took a number of shots with the fuji x10 in clour and black and white.