Day 341: Ice cream van

Every evening, [except for Sundays] you will hear this twinkly little tune playing out on the streets. When I first heard it for the first time I thought it was somebody's phone. But then when I tried to make it out even more, I assumed it to be an ice-cream van!

 

Hmm... No., Not in this country. It's actually a tune that is played by the garbage/trash/rubbish truck.

So whenever people hear it [it normally goes to the same neighbourhoods roughly at the same time most evenings], people automatically grab their garbage/trash/rubbish and rush downstairs/outside and dispose their stuff.

 

It's a regular thing because of the hot climate here. If you don't throw out your garbage on a regular basis things start smelling baaad. And I mean baaad.

 

I didn't intend on touching this load of rubbish for this shot, but I had to touch the plastic white bag in the middle because it had words on the side of the bag. But when I touched it I saw sooo many bugs and flies in there.... ew.

Yup. This rubbish has only been there for like 5 days. But still. It's a hot country, and generally rubbish tends to get a bit ewwy after a while... And did I mention smelly?

 

Anyway...

 

So that's the garbage/trash/rubbish system here.

 

This is part of the "Where's Ansy?" game. If you know me in reality, please do not ruin the fun for all my flickr friends, and blurt out dumbly the location I am currently in... If you do, I will think of something really terrible to do to you

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