This seems to embody a typical mind set, blame the plastic, not the litter which gathers in every crevice, reinforcing the idea that India is a dirty place through its ubiquity and refusal to vanish in the rains. Every verge, public space, field edge and area where there are people, that is nearly everywhere you go, is festooned with the stuff. Logic would say blame the people for throwing litter everywhere, but without the bins and regular rubbish collection we have at home an alternative will need a great deal of infrastructure and education to build. Not so long ago you threw your rubbish over your wall and a passing cow or goat would remove it and turn it nicely into fuel or fertiliser. Now the plastic damages the poor creatures, so the logic would appear to be to take the plastic from the rubbish.
Pausing a while to read and think about the message makes me frustrated. There are effective attempts to recycle plastic water bottles in some places- a literal life-line where clean water is not available- and rubbish collection in towns is improving fast. I wonder how many people pause to think where they would be without plastic, the plastic water pipes, the blue plastic sheets which form a large amount of poor housing, the light plastic water containers which make trips to the well daily. "Say no to plastic", rather than "say no to litter" might remind people not to discard their rubbish all over the place, but it obviously doesn't have any effect whatsoever!
The Glamour of Travel!
glamorous way to spend your holiday time. It has its moments, but I came across my notebook the other day and was reminded of a recent trip:
Get up 7am and drive to airport, queue for 2 hours. Spend 14 hours on flight and land at 4am GMT- note to self, check Indian time. Queue for an hour and a half at immigration and to get bags- lovely to see Mathew!
Drive to Cochin and go for walk whilst waiting for the rest of the party to arrive, then go sightseeing. Back to
hotel at 5pm. (12.30 GMT) Go for coffee- no-one else wants to eat as they ate on plane. I don't eat when flying. Then out to dinner for business meeting, get to eat at 9pm, (4pm GMT) first food for 20 hours, apart from emergency biscuit bar.
Have now been awake for 29 hours and am beginning to halucinate, as usual, hear strange music and see people who are not there. However, not too fuddled to spot the way the "magician" in the restaurant was palming coins.
Bed at 11pm. It now seems as though several days have passed- a good way to extend one's holiday.
Up early to drive to mountains- takes 9 hours because of stops for breakfast, snacks, forays into rubber and spice plantations- mandatory when being driven by Mathew, who wants you to see everything. Have business meeting and dinner at 9pm. Fall under mosquito nets in gruesome homestay- the result of some plea-bargaining somewhere along the line after a vehicle theft, as rooms owned by local police inspector.
Up very early for boat trip... and so it goes on!
Trips like these allow us to persuade clients not to do the same thing. Arriving in India in the early morning
allows you to chill out in a hotel not too far from the airport and adjust to local time, the heat and the
bustle, have a short dose of culture-shock, if it is the first time in India, and then go on your way refreshed
and ready to enjoy the sensory feast.
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