Water Water Water

An early rise and bus to Iguazu on the Argentinian side, we found it to be only moderately crowded first thing in the morning and we made it inside fairly swiftly after purchasing tickets and placing our backpacks in storage.

The Iguazu falls are simply breathtaking. With a well orchestrated path of raised walkways and designated one way trails, we had the ability to view the falls from three key areas. The first was alongside the Devils Throat. On top of the falls looking down into a deep narrow chasm of water. This thrilled the crowd and saturated everyone. The deep rumble could be felt through your feet and the regular lift of spray from the fall came with a pulsing rhythm. The professional photographers perched on a ladder with their umbrella knew exactly when to lift and take the snap for their window of opportunity, then when to close it down and wait.

After the devils throat, we then had the Upper trail which walked amongst some of the other falls that led to the devils throat. This trail gave a dramatic stretched view of the falls. As well as a great perspective of the Brazilian look outs and trail on the other side of the river.

Finally we took the lower trail which cut across the river at the bottom and came to some of the falls from underneath. Here we enjoyed watching the boat tours rumble as close to the spray as they could get before slowly turning and drifting back with the current.
Butterflies and birds topped the entire scene off with a sense of magic.
A breathtaking amount of water that sat like a lake at the top then cascaded over so many edges. Remarkable, a privilege to see.

We ended up walking and spending 5 hours at the falls. Then in the afternoon we returned to Iguasu and made plans to cross the town border to Foz de Iguacu, on the Brazilian side.

Options were for a taxi to drive us across. They take you to the immigration, you can then catch either the same vehicle or another on the other side. Instead we looked at some information and for a far cheaper price chose the local bus.

With the border sitting amongst the town, the immigration office seemed somewhat optional. Locals did not need to exit their vehicles, they could just drive back and forth like a regular bridge. However, a tourist would find it difficult to depart Brazil, particularly via air, if they did not have the appropriate stamp in their passport.
So a short bus ride to immigration, we joined the short queue and were processed in 10minutes.
This was clearly too quick as our local bus didnt pass back through for another 50minutes. While we were offered many taxi's, we were happy to relax and wait before entering Foz.

Sure enough our local bus arrived, it dropped us off in the centre of town and after ducking into a supermarket for snacks we made it to our accommodation by 5pm. With beer and snacks we jumped in their pool and made ourselves at home. The next day we would be back at the Foz de iguacu airport for a flight to Rio!