Bicycles

One of the first things I noticed about Japan is how incessantly clean everythign was. Obnoxious even. I found myself thinking twice before tossing trash carelessly around as I roam the streets. Sometimes there was even a pang of guilt involved, which is an entirely foreign feeling that I am still getting comfortable with. Of course the alternative, carrying the trash around until I am near a proper recepticle, is absolutely out of question. Perhaps if there were a trash can every few feet it would be easier to adjust, but alas, Japan has not been so thoughtful as to provide such amenities. But, regardless of Japans inconsiderate insolency, I have decided to strive to be the better man. Using my fantasticle brain I have come up with a solution to my little problem. You see, I noticed that, where Japan is lacking in waste bins, it is abundant in Bicycles. Bicycles, with handy baskets strapped to each and every one of them. You see where I am getting at? The way I see it, I am simply passing on the responsiblility to somebody that actually cares. Japan, take notes. This is has been a lesson in how to be considerate towards others.