So getting from Brazil to Argentina across the border at Foz was easy enough. It just takes a while. We caught the local bus from nearby our hostel which itself continues through into Argentina. However we had to get off the bus at the Brazilian border and get our exit stamp before then waiting for the next bus (with the same company) that then drives the couple of miles to the Argentinian border where you recieve your entry stamp (that bus then waited for us and continued to the bus station in Puerto Iguazu)
The whole journey took about 3 hours and we’d only travelled maybe 5 or 6 miles as the crow flies! But we are in no rush so that didn’t really matter.
Both hostels we stayed at in both Brazil and Argentina near the falls were pretty good. Both had pools and both were clean hostels –
The Argentinian side of the falls were bigger, this is what we had been told anyway.
We set off to the falls in the morning, again on the local bus which drives you all the way to the park entrance, we again paid for our tickets (slightly more expensive than the Brazilian side) and entered the park. Straight away we realised the park was a lot bigger, looking at the map a train was provided to take the masses to the main point of the falls on this side. It was the same ‘main’ point of the falls as before, the devils throat, but this time we saw it from above not below.
The train takes maybe 10 minutes, again surrounded by butterflies all the way, and again on arrival to the little station we were dodging the crafty Coatis!
Here strangly we found a small Subway outlet selling sandwiches! We didnt buy – it was tough. these big brands get everywhere.
The sun was beating down and a dip in the river would’ve been nice apart the the fact it wouldve been our last ever dip! The river here was a torrent of cloudy brown coloured water powering its way to our left towards the mains falls.
To get the the view point hanging above the devils throat you walk for probably 10 minutes across a carefully constructed metal walkway out and across the river to a stump of land right in the middle of the river.
The noise when you get to this point is again deafening and battling with the wind and constant spray we managed to get a few pics.
The sheer volume of water powering its way over the edge is hard to comprehend. To think this is dry season, and this cons happtant flow of H2o has happened every day of every year, for ever, crazy!
We spent probably an hour here just watching and taking pictures. Again the spray had soaked us, but the sun was so hot that we were nearly dry back the time we had walked the path back to the train.
Here are some pics from the Argentinain side of the falls, again these do them no justice.
Which side is better?
The Argentinian side or the Brazilian? This was the question we have been asked a few times since. There is no ‘better’ side. They are both completly different.
The Brazilian side is less touristy – from here you see the full panorama off the falls and experience the devils throat from the bottom.
The Argentinian side is busier and more organised and touristy we felt – from this side you get to witness one of the most amazing sights we have ever seen – the devils throat from the top.
We keep saying this but if you ever get the chance to go to see the falls from either country as Nike says – ‘Just do it’