this image is one of the last before spills had to put the disposable camera down his fundoshi in order to protect his lungs. we had been screaming washoi, washoi, washoi !!!!!! during our laps around the temple (a festival chant) and once inside the noise became deafening. at this point i'm gazing around at the mosh-pit like scene...i had no idea that within minutes the crowd would close in and my claustrophobic nightmares would be realized. note the steam starting to escape from the mass of bodies...if you look carefully you can see drops of water flying down from heights of the temple...