As an alluvial delta, Bangladesh has few rocks. In Jaflong, in the northeast corner of Bangladesh, they fish for rocks. The rocks are fished from the river, broken, loaded onto trucks and taken off to be turned into cement. Jaflong sits on the invisible border with India and was once considered a beautiful place. Even now, amidst the horrors of backbreaking labor and touristy traps, you can still see the faded glory in the bridge and the hills.
It’s hard to see the beauty through the lifeless eyes and the maelstrom of medieval tableaux.
Bangladeshi photographer GMB Akash has a nice photostory on Jaflang and the issues you raise. I have made reference to it in my post on the subject. http://annmariacoughlan.wordpress.com/2009/05/12/19-journeys-2-north-to-beautiful-srimangal-sylhet-and-jaflang/
P.S. I love your posts on food!
Thanks. The more awareness, the better. Thanks for your comment about my food posts. I try to alternate subjects because not everyone wants to see just food… weird, eh?