Puerto Iguazu

After a relaxing 13 hour bus ride we arrived in Puerto Iguazu, the Argentinian town attached to the falls. A one donkey town, it was poorer than anything I had previously seen in South America, I suppose a hint of things to come.

On the second day we managed to get to the falls and as in New Zealand I basically have no superlatives left up my sleeve. The roar of the falls can be heard from about a kilometre away and as you approach them it just gets louder and louder. There are some beautiful walkways built above, below and across the waterfalls and they give some spectacular views. You think it canīt get better as you walk along, but at one stage you round a corner and you are confronted without about 20 waterfalls on three levels and a total diameter of maybe one kilometre. Itīs mind boggling the amount of water that cascades down every second. The mist can be felt from a distance away and because of this there are enough rainbows present to confuse any leprechaun.

The piece de resistance is the gargantua del diablo which is apart from the other waterfalls and basically resembles the end of the world. It looks like the planet comes to a halt and that the oceans just pour down the sides of the disc we live on. The bottom is so far away and the mist so intense that you cannot see the bottom. The water literally falls into oblivion.

And all that water had everyone running to the toilets at regular intervals.