Wrapped In Plastic

Wrapped In Plastic

Wrapped In Plastic

It’s pouring down going up the hill side of the mountain and the further up we go, the heavier the rain falls. We drive past men wrapped in plastic. What could they possibly be doing? It looks like they’ve dug a trench alongside the road. It’s all muddy and as we slowly pass them I begin to smell it. They’re digging clear the sewers, removing the septic remains of the village. From the trench onto the road as the rain will eventually flush it all down the side of the mountain, let the tea plants soak up the nutrients and what ever finds its way to the sewer. The smell is horrendous.

And as we pass them a man, wrapped in what appears to be cut out plastic bags, looks up and gives me the largest and most grateful smile I saw that day.

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