In Beijing the issue of refuse collection has always been a mystery to me.
more than the collection, I know how it is carried out and further explain, what bothered me was where and how they got rid of the waste. Here there are no garbage trucks.
Living in hutong Douban
me much closer to the Chinese lifestyle, to know the daily life of an average Chinese Peking. In Douban I feel as one people, all grandparents feel to take the air when night falls, playing Majiang and dog walkers. They sit in chairs that do not rise more than eight inches of soil and see the people passing by. Within the compound where my home (the number two, which comprises twelve blocks of houses, twenty-three floors each) are neglected and low plants where playing pingpong - the lords, or dance with fans - ladies' . Starring
are also bins. Overflowing all day, only have a break at eight o'clock, when my dear friend dump (daily greets me and tells me - almost incriminating, if I'm late for work) is responsible for emptying the containers with a shovel.
and shovel to cart pulled by the bike. I can not even count how many trips have to do to get rid of this shit.
But look, when compared to London or bad, that I recall from Kensington Court there was only rubbish collection once a week. Years later, when I lived in Bayswater believe that the frequency had risen to two to three times weekly. Now I do not know.
And the hole bike ever again.
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