Foz do Iguaçu


A long and sleepless journey, bought me to a town called Foz do Iguaçu. 

I arrived very early in the morning because I took the night bus. The hostel I was staying in was called Tetris Container hostel. It is a colourful mix of shipping containers. The hostel was very pleasant and comes with a pool, a bar and a great breakfast. There is also a great little Japanese food truck across the road which sells tasty noodles. 

The day started with a trip across the border to Argentina. There’s a local bus that takes you directly to the border, where you can get your passport stamped. The bus waits for everybody before driving into Argentina. At the next stop, all the tourists get off to catch a second bus to the falls. It’s important to remember to bring enough cash to the Argentine side of the “cascadas”. I did not consider the notion that the only two cash machines available might not be working the day I needed to use one. Or that the one functioning machine happened to be inside the park rather than next to the ticket office.


A little train chugged towards the falls. Coati warning signs were seen, showing what happens to naughty children who feed the wild animals. An unsightly prospect. Arriving at the final stop we all got out and headed across to the Garganta del Diablo (the devil’s throat).

The one and only trail leading to the thunderous, steamy devil’s throat was none other than an old rickety wooden bridge. The bridge led us over fast moving water. The rapidly flowing water, directly under our feet, could be easily heard and had only one destination. The throat. The bridge didn’t feel sturdy and a ghastly sight of an older bridge made us wonder what made it non-functional. The ruins of an older bridge showed quite simply how nature took over.

The rickety old bridge didn’t seem to deter anybody however, and was just another obstacle standing in the way of a great world wonder. I even saw mothers with their pushchairs crossing the long winding bridge, determined to get their babies to see it too.

Butterflies were everywhere. Fluttering in front, behind and on the rucksack of my friend. They seem to enjoy playing tricks on you because as soon as you are about to take a photo they flutter away. Repeatedly this happens. Speedy skills are required.

It was exhilarating to stand a mere couple of steps from the rush of water. The amount of water was staggering. The roar of the water was enough to make you hold on tightly to the cold, slimy, algae rail bars. The floor too was slippery. Treading carefully was a necessity so as not to topple over the railing. It was difficult to stay dry.

After returning to dry land, water was quick to evaporate, as the sun started to break free from the densely packed clouds. Exploring the park further, we encountered more waterfalls, rainbows and cute monkeys.

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