i’d like to thank my husband, Ravi, for being so patient with my wish to help save the earth little by little.
although the eco-villain did demand i not collect recyclables anymore if they had to sit in a mountainous pile in the kitchen.
but hoooooney, you won’t drive me to the recycling centre. it’s unbecoming of a lady to be seen lugging around cartons of gold rubbish.
recycling ain’t easy here in Dubai. if you’d like the Emirates Environmental Group, an NGO, to collect the stuff from your place, you gotta purchase an AED950 trashcan which fits a 1st grader comfortably (and only a 1st grader), then pay an additional AED100 for delivery of that trashcan. or you gotta go to a few (and for a city as huge as Dubai, we really mean few) designated recycling centres – honestly, no one really wants to lug these stuff around. it does take some kind of dedication.
we’ve decided to drive down to EEG to drop the cartons off, i’d like to check the place out myself too, see if they need volunteers.
yes, that is McArabia. i do occasionally poison myself at Mac Dees because it’s oh! so! good!
glass. lots of them, layered with bags.
plastic. for the life of me, i can’t crush them.
sometimes my N73 amazes me with shots like these.
why don’t you try a Year of Living Generously? go ahead, you know you want to.