My credit card and I are languishing in tremulous quiet here in the garden while we both recover from all of the to'ing and fro'ing as visitors flock to the island on this long weekend. I contemplate the wonders of rubbish bins in my travels. It is so exciting to conveniently come upon them so frequently as if other places feel it their responsibility to provide them. Imagine. On the island here we tend to be quite miserly about this as a provision. The scant collection is barred with grates and tiny holes as if to unwelcome the matter and further impede entry. It must puzzle visitors who look around for one that is nowhere in sight as they madly stuff ice cream napkins back into their purses. That's the idea, I suppose. There is a side effect which entails a lot of citizen participation from the locals. One feels quite reckless and gleeful on the mainland. It's the little things but not the sole reason I leave, of course, but never mind all that now. I want to tell you about when I kayaked around the island. You see I had been attending school on Vancouver Island....
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