As it turns out I loved Iguazu Falls and it was well worth the effort to get there. Well it wasn’t all that much effort I guess since the hostel arranged it all for me.
First up I decided to go to the Argentinean side of the falls first. At first I thought it would be a bit of a headache what with the boarder crossings there and back again.
As it turned out it wasn’t a hassle at all. The hostel arranged a bus which took us there, negotiating the boarder crossings. Waited for us while we explored the Falls then took us back agin in the afternoon. We didn’t even have to front immigration on either side ourselves since the driver handled it all for us. So we sat around in the bus talking while the driver ran up, jumped the que and got us all passed through. It certainly made the day easier.
The driver jumped us past one more que, that being the one into the falls itself. Nice.
The first thing that you notice about the falls is the noise, there is nothing quite like it. The next is the ever-present mist, at least once you get closer via the walkways.
One way or another you will likely get wet when you visit the falls. By far the most fun way to get wet is by taking the boat tour up the river and literally right under the falls. It’s so much fun and out of all the activities you can do it is one that I’d recommend.
Being forewarned I wore my bathers. Several others on the same boat looked at me a little oddly as they slipped there rain ponchos on. Let’s just say that the rain ponchos didn’t really do that much good for the wearers. They still got wet, very wet. At least when I got off the boat I could run off and put my dry clothes back on!
It’s amazing how fast the time went by, after I got off the boat I just wandered along the walkways which gave different viewpoints of the falls.
Before I knew it the time had come for me to hot foot it back to the meeting point to catch my bus back to Brazil and my hostel just out of Foz do Iguacu. As it turned out I needn’t have hurried.
One of the reasons I hate group things is there is always at least one idiot who does not know how to read a watch and thinks the whole world is there to wait for them. We were there for an hour waiting for the ‘idiot’. He didn’t even apologize to the group.
Going back the other way proved just as easy, once we got going.
The next day I went to the Brazilian side of the falls. I’m glad that I had time to see both. The ‘Devils Throat’ is much better from the Brazilian side, or at least I think so!