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the beauty of Bali and the specter of destruction

 la bellezza di Bali e lo spettro della distruzione

 Is a rush to the investment, construction in cement even if it destroys nature, what is important is build, build at any cost, even if it recognizes in advance a final destruction. nobody stops and nobody stops them, will be 'the planet itself will stop that everything will self-destruct and this includes the human being, the greatest proponent of this inevitable destruction. the world is tired of human injustice and violence of those who do not respect the rest of this beautiful creation. heaven one day will become 'hell, do not complain then, will be' too late. two old men tell us that 40 years ago they could drink the water from the rice fields without getting sick, they told me that no one could see a piece of plastic that ran in the water, now if they try to drink the first effect is dopiness as if one drank a glass alcohol, but instead are fertilizers, chemical additives that in addition to plastic, oil ends up in the waters of rice paddies. this do not care anyone, 'cause anyones keep running to get rich at any cost, at any cost. poor and stupid human being, perhaps without it the world would be saved. Piero Premchand

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Amazing pictures inside the largest cave in the world

Amazing pictures inside the largest cave in the world: A Journey to the soles of our land that we do not know!

Often associated with the word "cave" in our minds the darkness, bats and other horrible things, but these specifications do not apply at all to the cave Hang Dong Sun, which has become the largest cave in the world:
This spectacular cave is so large that it contains within it a vast forest and the River Gary!!
The exciting thing is that humidity inside the cave is so high that condensation leads to the formation of what looks like clouds in the sky of the cave!!

“Past the hand of dog, watch out for dinosaurs,” says a voice in the dark.


I recognize Jonathan Sims’s clipped, British military accent but have no idea what he’s talking about. My headlamp finds him, gray muttonchops curling out from beneath his battered helmet, sitting alone in the blackness along the wall of the cave.

“Carry on mate,” growls Sims. “Just resting a buggered ankle.”

The two of us have roped across the thundering, subterranean Rao Thuong River and climbed up through 20-foot blades of limestone to a bank of sand. I continue alone, following the beam of my headlamp along year-old footprints.

In the spring of 2009, Sims was a member of the first expedition to enter Hang Son Doong, or “mountain river cave,” in a remote part of central Vietnam. Hidden in rugged Phong Nha-Ke Bang National Park near the border with Laos, the cave is part of a network of 150 or so caves, many still not surveyed, in the Annamite Mountains. During the first expedition, the team explored two and a half miles of Hang Son Doong before a 200-foot wall of muddy calcite stopped them. They named it the Great Wall of Vietnam. Above it they could make out an open space and traces of light, but they had no idea what lay on the other side. A year later, they have returned—seven hard-core British cavers, a few scientists, and a crew of porters—to climb the wall, if they can, measure the passage, and push on, if possible, all the way to the end of the cave.

The trail disappears before me into a difficult pile of breakdown—building-size blocks of stone that have fallen from the ceiling and crashed onto the cave floor. I crane my head back, but the immensity of the cave douses my headlamp’s tiny light, as if I were staring up into a starless night sky. I’ve been told I’m inside a space large enough to park a 747, but I have no way to know; the darkness is like a sleeping bag pulled over my head.

By Mark Jenkins
Photograph by Carsten Peter