We continued north from San Ignacio to the border town of Puerto Iguazu. The bus was mercifully pain-free unlike the one to San Ignacio which broke down at 3 in the morning and the driver flagged another down and herded us on without us having a clue where our luggage was.
The Iguazu falls were possibly the only item definitely on our itinerary when we were planning back in London. Despite this, in a way, I didn’t really have that high expectations. After all, a waterfall is a waterfall isn’t it? And our initial impressions seemed to confirm my fears – the weather was grey and the waterfall, well, just wasn’t that big. Fortunately, as we explored the walkways and look out points on the Argentinian side this all changed. Even though April and May are apparently the driest months, the noise and power of the 275 falls that make up Iguazu was amazing. I just loved standing in front of a roaring, foaming, falling wall of water.
We took a boat trip to see the falls from a slightly different perspective (ie a wetter perspective as the boat takes you right under the falls) and then just as the sun came out we sat and had lunch on a beach. The sun brought with it swarms of swifts that nest under the fall, beautiful rainbows and much needed warmth to dry us out after the boat trip. We ended the day walking to the top of the “Devil’s Throat”, the fiercest bit of the falls and marveling at it’s scale.
A couple of days later, we crossed the border to Brazil to view the falls from the other side. The weather was beautiful, the crowds not too bad, waterfall looking pretty special, but 15 minutes in we realised we’d forgotten to charge the camera. A schoolboy error. Through careful nurturing of the 1 bar we managed to eek out a few photos but as Claire put it, we’ll have to do what they did in the olden days and use our memories!