Nonetheless, it was definitely worth it to see the Garganta del Diablo (Devilīs Throat) which is the largest fall. We walked out onto a platform overlooking the edge of it. I will never be able to adequately describe the sensation of watching the river flowing towards us and then tumbling over the edge into nothing. The spray preventing us from even seeing the bottom. The volume of water was immense. The power and force of this fall was just awe-inspiring. I really donīt think I have ever experienced anything like it.
Legends...according to the legend of the Cainguangue Indians, there were no falls originally
. Local tribe of the M'boi worshiped Peruda, the Serpent God, who lived in a local temple. M'boi had a beautiful daughter, Naipi, who was to be sacrificed to the God. On the day of the ceremony, a young warrior from an enemy tribe, Taroba, thought that it would be a shame to sacrifice such a lovely girl that he loved so much. Therefore he took Naipi away and tried to escape in a canoe. Angry Naipi did not agree with a happy ending to the love story so he dug-up his grave by hand to be buried there alive. Then he opened an abyss and the canoe carrying the lovers fell into it. That's how the falls were created. Naipi was transformed into a rock in the middle of the river, and Taroba, into a tree over looking the falls. The tree will grow forever on the bank of the river, seeing his lover, but not being able to touch her. Instead, he sends her the scent of his flowers.
Crossing the border into Argentina I was able to get a closer look at these amazing falls. Sadly it was absolutely pouring with rain so I spent most of the day totally drenched. It seems that my waterproof jacket is not exactly waterproof in tropical downpours!