If there is some universal law of balance, then the awe of natural wonders is offset by hordes of tourists that visit them.
Iguassu Falls is a network of waterfalls in a 3km wide arc on the border of Brazil and Argentina. That = Big. Although Niagra gets more press, it's like the difference between an Ewok and a Wookie.
While walking the path along its edge, the thundering roar of water is constant. The closer you get, the wetter. While taking measures to keep my phone dry, I seemed to forget that other items in my pockets were made of paper. The walkway ends with an optional platform that spans out over the "Devil's Mouth" where a perpetual mist makes it more of an experience than a photo op. Very impressive, although complete saturation and cold conditions enforced an appreciation time limit.
I visited a bird sanctuary where I enjoyed the exclusive privelage of being swooped by toucans and macaws. Luckily they didn't have the kamikaze attitude of magpies nor the bombing payload of tartare-filled seaguls. Perhaps my recent neglect of shaving makes my bald head look like a nest.
Tomorrow morning I'll explore the falls some more if the rain subsides, and then midday I fly to the warmer climate of Rio.
Iguassu Falls is a network of waterfalls in a 3km wide arc on the border of Brazil and Argentina. That = Big. Although Niagra gets more press, it's like the difference between an Ewok and a Wookie.
While walking the path along its edge, the thundering roar of water is constant. The closer you get, the wetter. While taking measures to keep my phone dry, I seemed to forget that other items in my pockets were made of paper. The walkway ends with an optional platform that spans out over the "Devil's Mouth" where a perpetual mist makes it more of an experience than a photo op. Very impressive, although complete saturation and cold conditions enforced an appreciation time limit.
I visited a bird sanctuary where I enjoyed the exclusive privelage of being swooped by toucans and macaws. Luckily they didn't have the kamikaze attitude of magpies nor the bombing payload of tartare-filled seaguls. Perhaps my recent neglect of shaving makes my bald head look like a nest.
Tomorrow morning I'll explore the falls some more if the rain subsides, and then midday I fly to the warmer climate of Rio.
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