After viewing the incredible birds and feeling all immersed in Nature, I walked across the road and entered the Brazilian side of the Foz du (Falls of ) Iguazu. The falls were overwhelmingly expansive in size, and the depth of plunging water took your breath away.
From along the trail that hugged the severely steep cliff, you could look almost straight down into the gorge below and see tourist boats loaded with people who had boarded on the Argentinian side, headed up for a splash underneath the roar and rumble of the cascading avalanche of water coming down from the falls.
At one point along the trail, it veered and headed out across the very top of the precipice from which the water fell hundreds of feet below, and from that scary place you could look back upriver and see a gigantic falls in front of you. Giant falls below and giant falls above, with mist flying all around, and all the masses of people covering their cameras from the moisture. Intense!
I spent 1.5 hours on the Brazilian side, then made my way back to the parking lot and met up with my Tour Van. I was heading to the Argentina side – the word on the street was that it was much more spectacular than the Brazilian side. Hard to imagine!
The tour van driver was 30 minutes late in picking me up, and increasingly became a bit of a pain. He ended up dropping me off at my Hostel in Argentina last, instead of first as he had promised. The seemingly forever process to arrive at my hostel included waiting five minutes for a young woman to finally finish smoking her cigarette before she boarded the van – she lit up just as he opened the door to let her board!
It took at least another 10 minutes when he dropped her off first at her hotel where she was having a change of heart as to where she should stay for the night, and almost decided to board the van again. The tour driver THEN went to a gas station and washed his windows (they were filthy with birdpoop) and asked ME to give the tip to the attendant for washing the windows!!!! Unreal…FINALLY he dropped me at the Hostel Inn and gave me big hugs and tried to hit on me – I bid him good-bye and did not tip him. Ahhhhh, the incidents that make travel memorable!
It was 4:15 p.m. by the time I was all checked in and headed out to the pool to catch the last 10 minutes of sun before it went down. The Hostel Inn is large and lovely with a beautiful outdoor pool. I would be sharing a room with 5 other women, and breakfast was, as always, included with the room price.
They did not provide ear plugs, but I had brought my own, thankfully, as it was extraordinarily loud til around 2 a.m. with the heaviest decibel music I’ve ever heard at a Hostel! But, the bus to the Argentinian Falls stopped right across the road every few minutes each day, and I intended to catch it early the very next morning for another day of awe viewing Nature’s natural wonders.









As always, Sayward, your adventures are utterly amazing and charmingly narrated and expertly photographed. Thank you so much for sharing.