They call this a typhoon? When Fitow hit Tokyo in 2007 I could feel it in Hiroshima for about three days. All we got here was a shower and a bit of drizzle yesterday. Today dawned bright and sunny and I was woken by birdsong from the nearby park. I put on the washing and headed outside. By now I knew the way to the park's back entrance.
I carried a bag of plastic bottles down with me. Not sure about the local recycling scheme, I'd at first put them next to the bins and they disappeared soon enough. Today I was stopped by one of the women sitting outside. Apparently they get a few kuai for gathering plastic bottles and cardboard. Trolleys piled high with recyclables pass through the traffic at any time of the day. A somewhat sadder picture is that of elderly people rifling through rubbish bins, carefully extracting discarded drinks bottles. Hangzhou is combed over by an army of micro-recyclers and street cleaners. It's possibly the cleanest city I've ever been to, but it is maintained by a vast and poor underclass.
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