Foz do Iguaçu: 30th January 2017
You will come across different spellings for the falls. On the Argentinian side, where they speak Spanish, it’s ‘Iguazu’; on the Portuguese-speaking Brazilian side it’s ‘Iguaçu’ … or, ‘Iguassu’ if you have a typewriter that doesn’t do the cedilla, or you can’t find the ‘Character Map’.
Although the hotel we’re staying at is called the Viale Cataratas, and it’s on the Avenida das Cataratas, you can’t see the falls from the window … or even if you take a short stroll down the road. By my reckoning, the Brazilian Falls are a good dozen miles away, as the crow flies; probably nearer twenty by road.
And, you don’t go all the way by road. The coach drops you off at a point where a land train takes you part of the way to the start of a path which leads through the forest, past several different points from which the falls can be viewed.
Iguaçu Falls isn’t somewhere you spend an hour at, take a couple of pictures then hop on the coach to the next attraction. For a start, the National Park containing them is in two countries. Although we’re in the middle of a rain forest, we didn’t see much in the way of wildlife except for the coatis usually attracted by the food scraps left by visitors.
We took the ‘optional extra’ of a boat ride to the base of the falls. Not only did it get close, but actually entered one of them, thoroughly soaking all on board, much to their delight. And, I have a message for the people at ‘Regatta’. Your waterproofs aren’t!!
However, my GoPro camera is waterproof, and I got some good footage. I shudder to think how a ‘regular’ camera would have come out of that torrent.
Dinner that night was another ‘Brazilian Barbecue’ in a nearby restaurant called ‘Rafain’ Just a buffet, carvery style dinner, but followed by a show of singing and dance from all over South America.