Filthy Liars...

Tuesday, 9 September 2008



I have just had a text message from a friend, asking if I saw the recycling programme on TV last night? "A Rubbish Service on ITV1". She said apparently our recycled waste gets shipped all the way to INDIA!

After some Googling I came up with the article below from Saturdays 'Mail Online'...

I'm sorry, I would love to sit here and write an in depth post about how I feel about this... but I can't...I'm just fuming with anger! Even more so as Leicestershire Council is amongst the 'named and shamed'... After all the effort I put in to help save this planet, I feel totally disgusted and ashamed to find my rubbish is ending up in 'My Paradise'.

I am going to have to go and think about this for a while, because something has to be done. I'm not saying I will solve this issue single handedly, over night, but I sure as hell am going to make my voice heard! If anyone has any similar experiences or ideas as to what I can do, please let me know... 

Where do these people get their morals from? 

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Uncovering the great recycling lie in a trail that leads to India...
By Mark Jordan
6th September 2008

My partially blind, 94-year-old grandmother called me recently. She's a tough old bird, but that morning she was livid.

The 'bin men', for she knows nothing of 'waste technicians', had told her she wasn't recycling properly and should shape up or face a fine.

She has been robbed in her home, conned by a carer and can barely see the one bin she uses, yet now the bin enforcement officers were charging her with endangering the planet.


Stinking shame: Tons of British rubbish dumped on Indian farmland

She's not alone. Twenty thousand tickets for rubbish breaches have been issued in the past year and the Government thinks councils should be able to fine us up to £110 for 'waste receptacle' offences.

My gran's discarded soup tin could land her a bigger fine than the £80 fixed penalty for shoplifting.

I decided to do a little bin snooping of my own.

Now, you would think the people forcing us to sort our recyclables carefully would have a good idea of where they send this green gold for its rebirth. Well, ITV1's Tonight programme quizzed every council in the UK - more than 300 - and 46 told us they had no idea where their cans, paper and glass ended up.


They hand it over to a registered waste company, and much of it is legally shipped abroad for recycling. But if a council, or its contractors, has not sorted the recyclables properly, it risks being dumped.

Some 4,500 miles away in Tamil Nadu, India, environmentalist Nity Jayaraman took me to the rich farmland at the base of the beautiful Nilgiri Hills.

He then began pulling British rubbish from the soil. A Leicester newspaper, Tesco food packaging, bags from Mothercare. There was even a St George's flag.

Nity was furious. 'You're shipping out your garbage, you're shipping out your responsibility. It violates every law, right from the time it entered India,' he said.

Where were the bin police now, I wondered?

Nity explained that a nearby company was supposed to be importing British paper waste and recycling it. Instead, it buys the UK's poorly sorted waste, sifts it with dollar-a-day labour, and then dumps the unusable stuff on farmland.

According to the Environment Agency, dumping unsorted waste in poor countries is illegal. Yet here I am, staring down at a £2 Asda Indian selection pack in the soil of an Indian farm.

A farmer explained the rubbish goes 30ft deep, so we hired a JCB digger and began excavating.

Sleuth: Mark Jordan

I clambered into the pit and began pulling out mail from homes covered by Tendring, Wellingborough and Wakefield District Councils, and Leicestershire County Council.

All four councils collect intermingled recyclables, then send them to a sorting facility, which will sell them on to be recycled. All four authorities told us they worked with licensed UK contractors.

But they added they were 'concerned' by our findings and would investigate 'where appropriate'.

All these people believed this rubbish would have been recycled. Instead, it's rotting in a pit next to an Indian national park that is home to wild elephants.

My producer asked me to say something to camera. As putrid liquid leaked into my boots, I bellowed on about it being international fly-tipping on an unimaginable scale.

Nity and his investigators have uncovered ten more sites full of British and American waste.

In recent years, the Environment Agency has intercepted thousands of tons of unsorted 'green' waste heading for Asia.

One container, supposed to be full of paper, held so much organic waste that the methane build-up caused the container to explode.

From what I witnessed in India, official obsession with snooping on you, me and Grandma Mary for wheelie-bin offences seems far less effective when it comes to intercepting 20-ton containers packed with improperly sorted waste sailing from our shores.

Back home, I wanted to know how it could make financial sense to ship waste around the planet.

I met Ron Humphreys of Abitibi Bowater. He runs one of the biggest recycling paper mills in Britain. Here, your recycled paper is turned into newsprint and paper cups.

He claimed many councils and contractors fail to keep paper separate from other waste. He showed me some rejected bales in a warehouse.

We cut one open and found a lavatory seat, shoes, plastic bottles and underwear. This would bring his machinery to a halt, so the bales are rejected and sold on as unrecycled waste to UK brokers.

Ron said: 'No one in Britain can afford to start separating that, so it gets shipped abroad where there's dirt-cheap labour to sift it. What locals don't want will end up dumped.'

I had brought back a bag of mail I pulled from the Indian dump.

I knocked on the door of a Mr Geoff Moore in Essex, told him I knew he loved Sixties music and handed him a recovered CD invoice.

When I explained its 9,000 mile round-trip voyage, he seemed saddened: 'What's green in that? All of us are told to do our bit, when people in this street hear about this they'll think to themselves, "Why bother?"'

There are few of us who would argue against recycling. What is galling is that some of the councils snooping on us are failing to ensure their collections are properly sorted - by the ton-load.

Paul Bettison, chairman of the Local Government Association's environment board, admitted: 'Local authorities should be attempting to find out what happens to their waste - simply sending it to a sorting facility does not guarantee that it is going to be recycled.'

So next time you catch the man from your town hall sniffing round your recycling bag, ask him where it all goes and how well it will be sorted.

In areas where councils operate a system where everything recyclable ends up in the same bin, one in three won't have a clue.

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Find this story at www.dailymail.co.uk/news/article-1053015/Uncovering-great-recycling-lie-trail-leads-India.html


Part of the Daily Mail, The Mail on Sunday, Evening Standard & Metro Media Group
© 2008 Associated Newspapers Ltd

Washing Powder Doesn't Grow on Trees...

Saturday, 6 September 2008


(Thanks Saheli)

I just realised that I don't know how we will wash our clothes in India. The usual laundry method will result in lovely fresh pressed clothes at a bargain price, but not exactly on the eco path of ours. Washing powders along with everything else are largely sold in never ending sizes of plastic sachet which unfortunately often end up blowing around in the breeze before they float down the river. So with the chemicals they contain and the plastic they come in, a natural substitute had to be found...

Soap nuts! Sapindus...


I discovered the most natural washing product in the world, whilst writing this post. So I guess with a bit of asking around at the local dukaan, I should be able to source some. Maybe I should give them a go before hand and try doing some washing in a bucket!

Back up to the claims of a miracle laundry product can be found at:



Oh and I'm glad I decided to give the nopooing a go before we leave...

I just washed my hair with a mix of 2 parts Shikakai, 1 part Amla and 1 part Neem... I don't really like the way my hair feels, maybe I didn't wash it out enough, maybe because I made the paste a bit thicker this time. I'll give it another go with a runnier mix and wash it out more thoroughly next time. If my hair still feels icky then I'll try without neem, then without amla.

Amla is said to make your hair lose it's red tones, which is a good thing for me because I'm trying to grow out all the chemicals I've saturated my hair with in the past, leaving it a bit coppery. So the more brown the better.

Neem is said to leave a slight tinge of green on fairer hair, which is quite scary, so I hope to God I don't end up looking like an Oompa loompa

I really was impressed by the Shikakai, so I will be sticking to it.  I heard screams from the bathroom last night when my husband realised I had given away our shampoo and conditioner!

I feel cleansed in every way now!

Once Upon a Time...

Friday, 5 September 2008

In answer to Kel at Taurus Rising ...who left this comment on Sinking Ship...SOS

"5 weeks. Wow! Have I missed a post which describes where you're staying when you first arrive, what your plans are when you get there...? Point me in the right direction, or ..write one, lots of detail.."

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Ok where do I start?
At the beginning...

For me this stage of my life started when, after traveling the world and becoming disillusioned with life I quit my job in 2003 and left England to buy a house in Goa, India. You may have seen me on TV, Get a new life, the one who bought the dodgy looking house with a dream of opening a cafe... Most people I have spoken to since, have said they thought I was 'bloody bonkers!' Well maybe I am. I had got this far with the help of my family and was down to zero capital ... But even having no money and no plan didn't deter me, I trusted in 'Hope' and soon I was introduced to someone who proposed a business plan and away we went...

So my dream turned from this...

...to this!
(Click to see the website)

I spent a couple of years of hard(ish) work to design and build this house, (not with my own hands!) sticking as much as possible to the traditional Portuguese house that was already a part of the land. Every detail was passed by me, every piece of work was checked by me, every colour and material was chosen by me, everything from roof to foundations, plants to tiles, cups to cushions... I'm quite proud of what I achieved in my naive determination to succeed.

But because the dream had faded and become somebody elses, because I hadn't paid for the work to be done, because I had to compromise 'big time' on the econess (read expensiveness) of the whole project, because I didn't have much of a say anymore, because I felt that I was very lucky to have got so far, because I fell in love and because I got married, because Goa just went downhill far to quickly... My dream was washed away in the monsoon rains and I sold my share of Casa Maya, the pretty boutique guesthouse in the sun...

'My' dream then became 'Our' dream

...then 2 became 3

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Why did we come back to England?

* Because we are lucky to have free medical treatment in the UK and I wanted to have the support of my family when I had our baby.
* Because we had dreams of making some money in this country and possibly buying a house we could rent out in the future.
* Because of the bureaucracy of immigration laws... 

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Why do we want to go back?

* Because we both love India and don't love Britain.
* Because we don't fit in to this way of life.
* Because we can't afford to stay.
* Because my husbands family need us.
* Because we want the best life for our daughter.

Where will we go?

* We will start in Bombay, where we will spend time with family, C's brother and sister and Evangels cousins, they were born 6 weeks apart, Angelina, Emmanuel and Evangel (and Chris, who is much older)
* We will move down to Goa where we have bought an apartment that has just been built and needs finishing touches before we can rent it out.
* Then down to Kerala, where C's family are from.
* We then plan on making the most of our freedom together as a family. We want to spend a few years traveling around India, hopefully finding a place where we feel at home.


What will we do?

* We are not looking to be rich, just happy.
* We will rent our apartment during the tourist season in Goa (October-April)
* We will invest what we have in either a fixed deposit, property or land.
* We will live a frugal, simple and natural life.

What is our long term plan?

* To settle down when Angel reaches school age, in a beautiful place, where we can teach her the joys of simple living.
* To give Angel the best possible education we can provide her. We are both in agreement that we would like her to be a part of a Montessori type environment. In India there is a school with a similar ideology called Krishnamurti, where "learning to enquire, to observe oneself, to relate with other people and the earth, is their core intention."
* To make sure C's parents are well looked after and happy.
* To find a piece of land we can build our little eco house on and live self sufficiently.

How will we get there?

We both live on fresh air and dreams...
We follow our hearts instead of our heads...
We believe everything will be alright in the end...
We both have good hearts and good intentions...
We don't follow what society believes is right, only what we know is best for each other...
We both feel very lucky to have what we have...

...our little angel x

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