Eric vs. Ueda Garbage Collection, Pt. 2

After that first run-in with the notorious garbage rule enforcers, no one was more surprised by our month of peace than I was. As a token of my gratitude (and strict rule observation!), I decided to make the effort of finding the garbage collection center myself to properly dispose of some old sheets that have been taking up space in my apartment. From what I understand in the garbage collection manual, that is the only way to get rid of such items. After about 45 minutes of walking along the river, or up and down streets, or past Chapel-like wedding venues (they look like chapels, but I assure you they're only for weddings), and getting rained on in the process, I decided to head back to my apartment and save this for another day. I was lucky I did too, since had I even found the place, I would have been there during their mid-day lunch break off-hours. The manual clearly states the Receiving Hours of the collection center, which are 8:30-11:45 a.m. and 1:00-4:00 p.m. I think we're all pretty sure my sheets would not have been collected.
Luckily, I was able to get back to my apartment, dry off, refuel for the day, and head out to lunch. I tried a new place for lunch that many of my students recommended to me, an Indian place called Jaipur. The lunch special came with curry, some amazing rice, and naan bread. All three were very good, but I was very surprised by the light ginger flavor of the rice. I'll definitely be making more trips there when the opportunity arises. That lunch really got me going on the right foot again after the moderately disappointing morning. I then took a train to a part of the city I had yet to visit, and walked to an art museum I've been meaning to go to for a while. The walk was about half an hour and took me through some real farmland (rice paddies, etc.), until I got back up into the actual mountains. There was a bus I could have taken, but I really enjoyed being out there in the open air. I was the only person out there and could here the frogs croaking and birds chirping. The clouds were lower than usual, covering up the tops of most of the mountains. It was a real relief taking my time and walking the path all that way, wet and tired none the less.