Dust Bin Day

Even though we've been in South Africa for 2 months now, living at the Track house 1.5 months, some things are just hard to get used to. We are slowly picking up some of the local lingo (it's not "yeah", it's "ja" - like German) and there are things that are "normal" now that were not when we first arrived. But Friday mornings always bring me back to the life that I am living in South Africa, versus other places in the world. Friday is dust bin day (aka garbage day) for our neighbourhood. But before the rubbish is actually picked up, there are homeless and other poverty-stricken people that go through our bin in search of food, other items they deem of importance to them, and recyclables. They go up and down the streets, knowing which neighbourhood to go through on which day. If something accidentally drops into the garbage back home, we are disgusted to have to go and find it, but that is a regular part of these lives.