Day 290 - Any Old, Any Old

Every day, usually three of four times, you'll hear the clanging, as a man wanders down the streets and through the back alleys shaking his old metal bell. To let you know the truck has arrived. And maybe, if I feel like it, or Paola orders me, I'll gather up our rubbish bags and take it out to the truck for disposal. Along with a few coins for a tip. Anything from a couple of pesos to ten pesos. This isn't the end of the journey for my trash, just the last part that I'm involved in. Now it's on to a tip, when Tip People live. Sifting through for anything redeemable, in order to earn their living.

Gary Denness