Here's another picture from the bike trip I forgot to post earlier. Other hills along the northern border may soon suffer the fate of this one, at least those that had the ill fate of falling on the Bangladesh side of the line.
The pile of raw red earth is what is left of the hill (or 'mountain'; anything higher than a person is a pahar in Bangladesh). It is slowly being mined for aggregate: any gravel is sifted out and hauled off, and the dirt is left to wash away. Another village further along had a lovely grass-covered hill that I stopped to nap on. Before I left one of the villagers told me with pride about how all the residents had registered their names with the local government for their mountain. So when it is 'cut down' they will all get their share of the profit, and presumably the remaining flat land.
The pile of raw red earth is what is left of the hill (or 'mountain'; anything higher than a person is a pahar in Bangladesh). It is slowly being mined for aggregate: any gravel is sifted out and hauled off, and the dirt is left to wash away. Another village further along had a lovely grass-covered hill that I stopped to nap on. Before I left one of the villagers told me with pride about how all the residents had registered their names with the local government for their mountain. So when it is 'cut down' they will all get their share of the profit, and presumably the remaining flat land.
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