Another common sight in the narrow lanes and alleys of Dhaka. Stinking, overflowing, open garbage vans stopping by the residences they would collect garbage from. The garbage collector blows his shrill whistle, and that sets the maids, women or their proxies scurrying up to the garbage van waiting on the lane. All types of garbage - be it fish guts, plastic, vegetable rinds, or broken glasses - find their place into this van. Flies, swarms of them, always and invariably accompany the garbage. I can't figure out how the collector boy bears with the stink! He's apparently unperturbed by the stinks or the flies.
I've seen in Siliguri, India, the garbage vans have separate chambers for biodegradables and indestructibles, they have covers upon them. Our garbage vans are without any such distinction or cover-up.
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