Iguazu Falls
Trip Start
Sep 04, 2007
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Trip End
Ongoing
The spectacular Iguazu falls are located on the border of Argentina and Brazil. The Brazilian side gives a good overview of the falls, whilst most of the falls are actually on the Argentinian side and much more up close and personal.
After arriving to a rainy Puerto Iguazu (Argentinan side), we where a bit nervous about beeing able to see the falls the next day, but thankfully the weather improved and we were all set to go to explore the falls.
The Iguazu Falls quite spread out, and constist of 275 individual falls along 2.7km, some fairly small, some incredibly massive and roaring; they are hard to describe, and impossible to capture on camera, with the Devils Throatbeeing the most impressive of them all. The Devils Throat throws up such a huge cloud of mist, that more than half of the falls are obscured
We started off the day by taking a boatride up the rapids of the Iguazu River, and then approaching the falls and even going right under some of the smaller falls, getting completely soaked. Really good fun, and refreshing in the heat. The rest of the day was spent exploring the falls via a series of walkways that gave a variety of different perspectives.
The following day we crossed over to Brazil, to get the big picture, as the distance to the falls is greater and thus you see the complete falls..
And this was where Oliver and my road parted. He had to head back to BA, whilst Brazil lay ahead of me.
I spent the rest of the day relaxing at a very nice hostel in Foz de Iguazu (Brazilian side), making use of the swimming pool and enjoying the sun. In the evening the hostel had organised a short tour to the Itaipu dam, the largest hydroelectric power plant in the world, on the border of Brazil and Paraguay.
The next day I had a full day in Foz de Iguazu before taking a nightbus to Florianopolis, so I decided to visit Ciudad del Este, a tax-free zone, selling cheap electronics and clothing, in Paraguay. Taking a local bus, the journey took only 30 minutes and the bus simply crossed the border without stopping. The immigration officials on both sides didnīt seem to be bothered at all. Feeling a bit like a illegal border-hopper, I explored the city filled markets, before walking back to the Brazilan side and taking a bus back to the hostel.
After arriving to a rainy Puerto Iguazu (Argentinan side), we where a bit nervous about beeing able to see the falls the next day, but thankfully the weather improved and we were all set to go to explore the falls.
The Iguazu Falls quite spread out, and constist of 275 individual falls along 2.7km, some fairly small, some incredibly massive and roaring; they are hard to describe, and impossible to capture on camera, with the Devils Throatbeeing the most impressive of them all. The Devils Throat throws up such a huge cloud of mist, that more than half of the falls are obscured
View from the Brazilain side
.We started off the day by taking a boatride up the rapids of the Iguazu River, and then approaching the falls and even going right under some of the smaller falls, getting completely soaked. Really good fun, and refreshing in the heat. The rest of the day was spent exploring the falls via a series of walkways that gave a variety of different perspectives.
The following day we crossed over to Brazil, to get the big picture, as the distance to the falls is greater and thus you see the complete falls..
And this was where Oliver and my road parted. He had to head back to BA, whilst Brazil lay ahead of me.
I spent the rest of the day relaxing at a very nice hostel in Foz de Iguazu (Brazilian side), making use of the swimming pool and enjoying the sun. In the evening the hostel had organised a short tour to the Itaipu dam, the largest hydroelectric power plant in the world, on the border of Brazil and Paraguay.
The next day I had a full day in Foz de Iguazu before taking a nightbus to Florianopolis, so I decided to visit Ciudad del Este, a tax-free zone, selling cheap electronics and clothing, in Paraguay. Taking a local bus, the journey took only 30 minutes and the bus simply crossed the border without stopping. The immigration officials on both sides didnīt seem to be bothered at all. Feeling a bit like a illegal border-hopper, I explored the city filled markets, before walking back to the Brazilan side and taking a bus back to the hostel.

