Some places humble you. Iguazu doesn’t even bother with humility, it hits you full on with humidity and something that existed long before we learned how to pave roads and build houses.
Tucked between Argentina and Brazil, and brushing the corner of Paraguay like some territorial afterthought, Iguazu Falls is a thundering reminder that nature doesn’t care about borders. It just is. And it’s magnificent.
The Iguazu falls.
The water rage with a fury the poets never quite get right. I stand like a soaked pilgrim and try to absorb it all. Iguazu is a cathedral of mist and sound, a sprawling chaos of cascades that make you feel small in the best possible way.
The air is heavy with water spray and that rich earthy perfume you only get deep in the tropics. Butterflies drifted through the jungle like drunken confetti. Colorful birds fly through rainbows as in a fairy tale, accompanied by the mighty roars of the waters. There are over 275 waterfalls at this beautiful site, twice as tall as Niagara Falls and almost three times wider.
The Iguazu falls.
The Brazilian side has the best views and a nice walkway (filled with less nice mosquitos, I quickly learned), but the largest waterfalls are located on the Argentine side, including the 80 meters Garganta do Diablo (Devil’s Throat).
Garganta do Diablo.
Even though there are several walkways and vintage points, the most fun part is to take a speedboat along the river. It literally goes into some of the falls and give you a close encounter with the cold reality.
Comments
No comments yet.
Leave a reply