There are actually hills
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mostly small and covered with tea
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with the valleys near the workers' houses with paddy rice
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obviously more what everyone imagines of rice field scenery
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Most of the tea nearest the border is on the hills
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but further into Bangladesh, flat land is perhaps more common
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Close up the tea looks like a well-trimmed hedge
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with the "two leaves and a bud" ready for plucking
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This was a long-established plantation, as shown by the Manager's House
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and the factory
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Inside the old rolling machinery
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and the cut, tear and curl machines
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all driven by belts and pulleys
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from these wonderful single-cylinder diesel engines
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Most of the tea workers are Hindu and we were priveleged to be invited to the climax of the Durga Puja festival
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and then taken to be thrown into the sacred river - a compromise was to use the estate pond
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The Bangladesh-India border - hardly dramatic
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but perhaps this marker stone is even less striking
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