Lewy Brazil: Foz do Iguaçu

December 1, 2009

After Rio, we flew west to Foz do Iguaçu, where we landed, crossed over to Argentina and made our way through customs and into the park.  Upon arriving at the hotel, my mom spoke with some Ecoadventure tour company set up in the lobby and we had ten minutes to put our stuff down before we embarked on a whole afternoon’s worth of activities.  The idea, it seemed (and I agree) was to see the falls from as many different vantage points as possible.  I was skeptical at first, but each view is distinctly different, and lends a new understanding of the crashing, rushing, falling immensity of the river.

In that first ten minutes, we rushed to catch a train to take us to a series of walkways that went up above the falls (as in the picture above).  After walking for a kilometer along grated paths stretching over sprawling river, you sort of lost sense of what the ground was like, all you could see, everywhere, was water.

After making our way back across the grating, we had just missed a train back, and it started to pour.  Really rainforest, drenching pour.  Standing, clammy in plastic ponchos, we waited and waited for the next train.  The next activity was a boat ride.  Scott, my mom and I bounced along an open jeep with twenty other people, nine kilometers through the jungle, in the rain, then skipped down a red mud path to the put in for the boat.  They handed us wet bags, told us to take off our shoes and we slid into life jackets.  Jetting six kilometers up river, the view from the inflatable boat was incredible.  Then we took a dive, the boat shot through the falls, pausing underneath, and it felt more like a ride at an amusement park than a natural wonder.  Especially when they did it four more times.

From there, we climbed back up from the river, soaking wet.  My parents and I went on another walk, and then we were all totally exhausted, ready for our Sheraton buffet dinner.  The next morning we crossed over to the Brazilian side of the falls, looking back at Argentina.  It was a day to be in awe of nature, to imagine what it must have been like to first come across these falls.


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