A gong rang. People looked. It was midnight (or about 12:04 by my watch.) The Year of the Dragon Enters. The gong stopped. People cheered, then the crowd made a mad rush to escape the smoke filled pavilion. Not sure if it was part of the tradition or just a desperate dash for oxygen.
Arriving at Wat Phnom. Incense smoke rises.
Overlooking the pavilion madness, a churning mass of people packed sardine tight, covered in a thick cloud of incense smoke.
At midnight people jostle aggressively to get their personal joss stick in the pagoda incense pot at the most auspicious moment. Afterward they take the joss stick and burn it at home.
The crowd on the pavilion.
Lady Penh Shrine. (Legendary 14th century founder of Wat Phnom. Name sake for the city.)