I spent my birthday in a park in Siem Reap, dodging street lights and park benches as Ying stalked lady-boys with her 80 mm lens. We, the not quiet inconspicuous barangs (read firangis) hid behind trees, leaned against ballestrade and pretended to be lovers while Ying used my shoulders like a tripod. The pretentions and the espionage rubbed away as Ying used her charm and I flirted. We made friends, I guess.
Here are the pictures.
For more pictures look at Ying's fabulous series.