I left Argentina in real life–but before I leave it on my blog…
There’s no way to fully describe– or exaggerate– the impact of Iguazu. I mentioned that it’s an Indian name meaning “Big Waters”. I didn’t mention that the name also applies to tourists. You can’t really experience Iguazu without getting wet.
Even at the top of the falls, the spray is intense. Here’s the closest I can come to sharing the experience—(BTW I’m pretty impressed with my computer skills for figuring out how to upload this on my own. But my camerawork leaves a lot to be desired. Please bear with me; I’m just learning how to use the Flip video I”ve had for a year.)
You get way more drenched if you take the boat ride at the bottom of the falls…which of course, Daniel and I did.
Right after I shot this, the guy has everyone pack up their cameras in special water-proof bags. And then he drives the boat straight ahead into the falls. Besides the fact you get completely soaked from head to toe, it’s a WILD ride. Like a Disneyland Jungle Cruise/Splash Mountain on steroids. For real.
And as thrilling as the boat ride was, for me the scariest part came afterward when Daniel bought a sandwich and sat down on a bench to eat it.
The instant he unwrapped the paper, there was a movement behind us. Then two. Then ten. And then suddenly we were surrounded by an army of every coati in the entire jungle.
Oddly enough, these raccoon- like rodents didn’t seem to bother the other tourists ….
They continued to sit calmly on their benches —watching me leaping on top of a bench and scurrying to get out of the way, screaming at the top of my lungs.
This I did not document on video.
Although this was a first.
For me, my first encounter with coatis in the wild.
For the other tourists, their first encounter with a drama queen.
Jamie Inman says
I am sure those people have seen A drama queen before: they just had not seen THE drama queen yet!
Darryle Pollack says
And somewhere on some other blog, maybe someone is telling the story of this lunatic woman at Iguazu Falls.