https://articlescad.com/so-s-nh-c-c-lo-i-c-a-ch-ng-ng-p-ph-bi-n-18871.html https://postheaven.net/sunsalt6/cua-chong-ngap-tot-nhat-cho-nha-pho-viet https://dodson-vinter-3.mdwrite.net/phan-biet-cac-loai-cua-chong-ngap-hien-dai In this walled garden, the conflicting passions of archaeologists had exploded around a campfire, set a president and prime minister against each other, and cowed the emissaries of UNESCO. Only the president of the IPPAR in the capital could do that. As I pushed forward and the river grew shallower, turtles became so numerous that their stacks toppled like circus acts from the brinks of submerged cliffs. The numbed waters suddenly spangled upstream with glitter and so many flowery white tresses of water plants that the currents looked like sudsy pastures. No current showed amid the algal stagnation that had deadened deepened waters. The first flurry of press articles had mentioned that many of the engravings were already submerged by the cofferdam holding the river back for the more monstrous wall rising downstream from it. And before us lay the broadened river. And here were others, even closer to the construction site, at "Règo de Vide", which had been submerged by the same old dam! Yet construction continues - even on holidays - and the water is about to rise another hundred meters. As shadows welled from the valley, we turned from the scarps and trundled downwards into the cleavage, till the road turned into a path to the water through a profusion of poppies. As we drove up to a sentry box perched on the lip of a road into the vast, unnatural gashing of mountains at Foz Côa, it was hard to tell if the young guard blocking us in a crisp red and gray uniform represented a well-heeled security service or an elite military unit - but it was plain that bluff and sweet talk wouldn't get us far. Soon, the guard turned into a regular lad, wrote down the chief engineer's name and pointed beyond the ramp-laced moonscape - into the wilderness. My int