I had no idea what to expect. And I was completely blown away.
Pardon the cliche, but the first glimpse I had of this section of the falls took my breath away. I was speechless. I have never witnessed anything more magnificent in nature. Never, ever, ever.
They stretched on for miles.
I walked along carved-out paths, stopping at various look-out points to observe brand new and glorious sections of the falls around every corner.
It was truly endless.
I feel totally justified in posting all these pictures of waterfalls. Totally and completely. In fact, there was just too much grandeur, and just too little camera to capture it all.
I enjoyed venturing out onto various foot bridges and becoming drenched by the spray of the water.
The park closed at 7pm, so I headed back to the hotel to lounge by the pool and play with the peacocks.
I then decided to leave Tourist-Central behind me and hop a local bus into the small city of Iguassu. And of course while en route, I ran into some Elders, bless their little hearts. I grabbed dinner, meandered at a local shopping mall, and then hopped a bus back home--lucky to have made it home when I did. Let's just leave it at that.Day two in Iguassu was spectacular. I ventured over to the Argentinian side of the park to witness the falls from a brand new vantage point.
I headed out into the jungle with a tour group in order to hop a boat that would take us as close as possible to the waterfalls.
I was thrilled to see a lone Toucan flying above us in the canopy of trees. They usually steer clear of tourists like us in big safari-like vehicles.
The boat ride jostled us about every which way as it carried us closer and closer to some falls...
and then the camera got tucked away in a plastic bag under my seat. Let me just say that it was a complete rush and a very wet experience.
It was over far too quickly. We were then thrown off the boat and left to hike back to the top.
I guess I should have worn my bathing suit, but I dried off in good time. Once back on top, I meandered amongst paths scurting the falls, observed a variety of bizarre creatures including this poor lil feller below
that looked like a sick cross between a rat and an armadillo,
and was thrilled to stand directly over the mouth of various spouts, to watch the water spill over and rush to the ground.
Lastly, I took a little train to witness the grande finale of the day....
The Garganta do Diabo, or the Devil's throat--the largest and highest point in the falls. I was all pumped up when I got off the train due to "The Mission" soundrack that had been pouring out of cheap speakers.
After a good 20 minute walk across these foot bridges
I heard the sound of raging waters. Yes, the Diabo was approaching.
Spectacular. I have no other words do describe it. I am still confused as to how this is NOT one of the wonders of the world. Baffled really. One could stare and stare and never get tired. I was completely lost in the mesmerizing rush of water.
