A load of rubbish

Rubbish cart

Ever since I arrived here, the first thing that struck me was the way people would just throw their rubbish on the street.  It didn't matter whether there was a rubbish bin nearby or not, it would still end up on the ground. 

As I live on the school grounds, my window overlooks the one of the main streets and the school entrance.  On the street are a number of small discount shops that sell everything from school supplies to sweets and street vendors that set up early each morning to sell their breakfast items. Every day as the children come to school they pass by these shops, buy things and then the containers or wrappers are discarded onto the footpath. By the time the school bell goes, the street is absolutely covered with rubbish. 

But it doesn't sit around for too long, as we have an elderly lady that comes along with her cart and spends all day, from as early as 6.30am until late at night quietly sweeping everything up. There are several rubbish people who cover the town as they go backwards and forwards all day long, seven days a week, with their makeshift broom and shovel, putting everything into their cart and taking it away.

Sweeping the street