14.07.2009 - 17.07.2009
Well, it looks like we forgot an entry! So, let's take a break from Buenos Aires and take a look back at one of the great natural wonders.......Iguazu Falls! Thanks, Mike Shawver! Way to keep us on track....
Miles traveled 378.
Thanks to Mike Shawver, we arrived at the Hostel Inn in Iguazu Falls, where the party never ends! Ahh.. the Hostel Inn was brimming with young backpackers, the atmosphere was such that we felt like we were back in college! The Inn was packed with activities: foosball, ping-pong, pool tables, swimming pool, and snack bar to name a few. It was not quite what we expected with entertainment every night and music “til the break of dawn”. Our room was nice though, hot water and heat were plentiful. Sara was happy to be warm finally.
Iguazu brought temperatures in the 70s with high humidity. We had entered the jungle and were pleased with what we found there. We took the bus to the park entrance on the first day. From there we took the park train back to the “Devil’s throat”. When the train stopped, we traversed about a mile over the river on metal catwalks about 8 feet wide. We could hear the rushing water in the distance and see the rising plumes of mist. Once approaching the falls, we were astounded at the convergence of water that plummeted in a near 360 degree ring of falling water. Many of these falls were over 100 feet high. The sheer sound of the rushing water was incredible. Even after being on the overlook for some time the sight of the falls was still mesmerizing. The three of us were almost giddy with the thrill of being so close to the falls and feeling the spray from the water on our skin.
We then boarded the train and headed back to the main falls.
We walked the Lower Falls Trail through the lush vegetation and down a series of stairs and walkways to capture different views of the various falls. At some points the walkway went over a fall, and we could see it rushing below us. At another point it would be a small distance away from the cliff face, and we would be staring at the water as it tumbled down the cliff in front of us. We witnessed the beauty of St. Martin’s Island framed against a backdrop of enormous waterfalls, and we got so close to the base of one of the falls that we were buffeted by the wind and drenching vapors of the pounding water. The tremendous walk only lasted a little over a mile, and it packed in a million memorable sights and sounds.
Darkness was falling, and the last train was leaving to return to the main entrance, but none of us wanted to leave. We got our tickets stamped with the hope of returning the next morning to venture to St. Martin’s Island and see the Upper Falls Trail.
It was standing room only on the bus as all the awestruck visitors returned to their hostels.
Unfortunately, after eating and resting we awoke to a torrential downpour the likes of which are rarely seen outside of the rain forest. Sheets of water poured off the eaves of the building and the sidewalks and roads were submerged in water. So instead of visiting the falls again, we got laundry done, and chose a movie to watch from the Hostel Inn’s selection. I looked for “The Mission” again, but they did not have it. We tried to download it again, but it did not work. We wrote some blog entries, and uploaded some photos…attached for your enjoyment. We thought about staying another day, but the forecast the following day was rain as well. Plus we had plane tickets in hand for our flight to Buenos Aires, BA… Big Apple. It was with fond glances behind us and a hope of returning that we left Iguazu Falls.