Wednesday, March 25, 2009

Hunk o' burning garbage

Trevor and I couldn't scoop up all the ballast cast off by departing PCVs, so a good chunk of it went into the trash pit.

Bet you were wondering when they pick up the garbage here in Chipata, huh? Never. We tip the trash can into a hole behind the house. It's big enough for two coffins and has a ladder like you would use for climbing out of a swimming pool, though only the housekeeper uses that; the dog just climbs in on the trash itself and feasts.

Esther burns the trash when the hole gets fullish. Yesterday she lit it in the morning but since everything was damp, it smoldered all day, sending the smell of burning plastic drifting over our clothes drying on the line.

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