This will be disappointing until I have successfully uploaded my photos, so this is mostly a placeholder until I find a suitable, and ideally high speed internet connection.
Even with pictures to accompany the most descriptive of words, justice wouldn´t be done to this awesome natural wonder.
However, as this is a blog comprised of words and pictures, an absence of these would just be empty space.
There are 275 falls, occupying an area more than 3km wide and 80m high, making them wider than Victoria and higher than Niagara.
Thousands of years before the falls were `discovered´ by whites, the falls were a holy burial place for the Tupi – Guarani and Paraguas tribes. Guarani legend says that Iguassu Falls originated when when a jealous forest god, enraged by a warrior escaping downriver by canoe with a young girl, caused the riverbed to collapse in front of the lovers, producing the falls over which the girl fell and at the base, turned into a rock. The warrior survived as a tree overlooking his fallen lover. The geological origins are not quite so romantic. In southern Brazil, the Rio Iguassu, passes over a basalt plateau that ends just above it´s confluence with the Parana. Where the lava stopped, at least 5000 cubic meters of water per second plunge into the sedimentary terrain below.
Being there is hard to describe, on the train to the mighty Garganta del Diablo (Devil´s throat) streams of butterflies float by like leaves on a windy autumnal day. This, the largest of all the falls here, is immense – it´s constant roaring power, yet almost slow motion appearance, much like a never ending avalanche, is strangely hypnotic. Sprays of mist soak the walkways, a refreshing cool off from the jungle heat.
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