A little electric cart train ran people up to the sorting shed for tours at twenty-minute intervals.  Or it had been until I got there, when the battery ran out of juice and everyone had to get out and walk to the shed instead.  It was only a couple of hundred feet away, but there's something about an electric train in the face of which even adults are helpless.

These bales of sorted waste paper are being loaded into containers and will be shipped to Myanmar, where there is a shortage of sorted waste paper.

The two tours I went on, one of the sorting shed and one of the landfill, were both very informative and interesting.  The IRRF people explained the entire life history of different types of of garbage from the time it leaves your home until it reaches its final destination, whether that's the landfill or some form of reuse.  The IRRF workers were extremely knowledgeable and articulate and the crowd was passionately interested and enjoyed itself tremendously.  I'm not quite sure what I had been expecting on my visit to the dump, but it certainly wasn't that.

It was probably something more like this.