Among the definitions for ‘tip’ is one I’ve only seen used in Australia: ‘a place where rubbish etc. is tipped’, as per my Australian Modern Oxford Dictionary.
In my mother’s New Jersey town, she had to take recycling to a local center and wait for monthly curbside pickups to get rid of larger stuff. My Connecticut home town has a local dump, which residents can use any time.
In our continuing quest to rationalise and reduce the amount of stuff in our lives, which I wrote about in Stuff, Writing, and the Holidays, Clive has introduced me to an amazing new place right here in Sydney.
Can you guess what it is? It’s not a romantic picnic spot overlooking Sydney Harbour or a walking path along the Northern Beaches, though he’s taken me to those places, too. Currently our regular destination is only ten minutes away from where we live: the Kimbriki Tip.
I’ve asked friends and neighbours about the meaning of the word ‘Kimbriki’. No-one knows but everyone says it sounds Aboriginal. A Google search yielded little in the way of word origins; the closest I could find was a government geoscience reference to Kimbriki formation, sandstone used in Kimbriki limestone. Whatever the possible meanings of the word, to me it lends an aura of other-worldliness to going to the tip. And that’s before we even get there.
A Strange, Scenic Place
Australia makes it easy to recycle with weekly kerbside pickups of paper, cans, and bottles. Numerous charity shops take clothing, books, and other stuff year-round. Twice a year, the local council has a kerbside pick-up for larger stuff.
So until last week I’d never been to a tip in Australia. When we realised we had too much shredding and stuff to store until next month’s pick-up, we decided to take some stuff to the tip ourselves.
There may be other tips like Kimbriki, but I was amazed firstly at how massive it is and then how strange it felt to drive around inside it, knowing giant landfill pits surrounded us. It seems surreal that a place so beautiful is full of junk and stuff. We’ve learned Kimbriki is slated to become parkland in the not too distant future.
I remember watching the TV show Mr. Rogers’ Neighborhood with my son years ago, when the puppets did a skit about taking garbage from one town to another. ‘Our dump is full,’ said the first puppet. ‘I’m sorry,’ said the second, ‘but our dump is full, too.’ Mr. Rogers then talked about the importance of recycling.
We’re Going to the Tip – Hooray!
Clive and I are doing our best to recycle everything, but we still have another carload of stuff for the tip. As far as clearing clutter, it feels heavenly to know we’re making progress. Hooray, we’re going to the tip! I really must get a life.
I’m thankful Kimbriki is available to us for now, and look forward to the day it becomes a park, surrounded by the beautiful Australian bush.
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