I do appreciate our dustmen ('trash collectors' for anyone in the USA wondering what on earth dustmen are). They collect rubbish three mornings per week. They will take any amount of rubbish, too - it doesn't even have to be in black bags. We pay £65 CY per year for the privilege, and have to give them a pound or two at Christmas, but it's well worth it. In a hot country, it wouldn't be a good idea to have rubbish lying around for more than a few days, after all.
Where we used to live, our collection days were Tuesday, Thursday and Saturday. Where we live now, only about 2 km away, our collection days are Monday, Wednesday and Friday. Since they come fairly early, I put the rubbish out the night before, and it's usually gone by the time I get up.
So far, so good.
I don't know how many dustmen's lorries there are around the town, but it probably isn't a huge number. So they have to start fairly early in order to get around all the necessary streets to collect all the rubbish.
I think they vary their routes. And since we've been back from Malaysia (12 days now) our street is targetted around 5am. The dustmen, wonderful though they are, are not particularly quiet. Nor is the dustcart. So on Mondays, Wednesdays and Fridays, I wake up and then can't get back to sleep again.
Hence I'm rather tired today. Again.
(PS If anyone is interested in bathrooms on the Doulos, Daniel has just posted a new article including a delightful photo of a salt-encrusted flush valve....)
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