There are many reasons to fly into Iguazu Falls, Brazil:
1. Just to say you did it.
2. To see more than just the stairs in Rio where everyone takes their photo.
3. It’s often cheaper.
4. Of course, the freaking wonder of the world: The Waterfalls!
I hopped in bed this morning at 4:30am, wrestled with the plastic bag I knew would wake all the sleeping hostelers, and finally knocked out, fully clothed, at 4:42am. I opened my eyes to a blue sky at 10:30am, fresh after a morning rain.
Missed breakfast in the hostel lobby.
Ran into new buddy from Denver.
“I’m headed to the Waterfalls,” he said. Why not, I thought. The sky is blue, and if I know rainforest, Amazonian weather like I think I do, tomorrow could be a day of thunder, lightening, and torrential downpour. Sanura, who woke up at 5:30 am because her body clock is apparently off a bit, woke up again from a catnap, and the waterfall trip planning was underway.
“Walk out the hostel, turn left, walk for 30 seconds and the bus will pick you up there. Get off at the last stop.” And with those words from the front desk woman, we were out.
To describe the beauty I witnessed today, you must believe in fiction. You must believe that anything man can make and has ever made pales in comparison to the wonders of nature; except for maybe Facebook.
If you find yourself in Iguazu Falls, Brazil, you must go. You must throw on some clothes you don’t mind soaking, and some shoes you don’t mind scuffing, and you must stand on the ledges and bridges and be grateful to whoever you believe created the beauty.
And if you stay at the Tetris Container Hostel, because I certainly recommend you do, just walk out the front door, turn left, walk 30 seconds towards the pharmacy, and wait for the 120 bus. Pay R $3,50 and hop off at the last stop.
Thank me later.