Day 3: In which I discover that I don’t know how to deal with my own rubbish.
I email the landlady to ask what to do with my rubbish and she says to walk to the end of my alleyway, where I should see “rubbish trash”.
Walk to the end of the alleyway, no rubbish bin, no green bin, nothing.
I sheepishly turn to a private Facebook group, and this is the conversation that followed:
Person: It depends on the building. If she says dump it at the end of the street, you’re probably not seeing the trash because they come early to collect it. 😀
Me: so…I just…leave it under a tree?
Person: You probably just toss it there, yeah. lol If it’s gone the next day, you’ll know it was right. LOL
I have visions of myself shamefacedly turning up the next morning to retrieve plastic bags while the roadside stallholders watch on at this woman who looks like an overfed local retrieving trash and is therefore clearly crazy.
yeah, she cray.
Riiiiiiiiggght. So I walk out again, taking care to stare at the tree bases and I find out that every fourth or fifth tree has a styrofoam cooler box under it – RUBBISH TRASH!
TL;DR, in my area, rubbish is left in cooler boxes under trees. I’m not even kidding.