iguacu

Brasil side
as for my dream, my lifes unseen love, to go to the iguacu, to more than look in my rainforest book and allow my imagination to run but to touch and taste and smell and be amongst and within those falls.

it was everything and more than i dreamed, it was soul shaking an dutterly peaceful and i blubbered like a baby betwixt its magnificence and essence of awe soaking my skin.

Argentina side
after being rained off and frozen the next day we tried one more time the morning before we set off for rio an dcarnival.

the sun didn~t grace us with its presence but nor did the rain (raechs curse lifted)and we saw the falls more intimately than the other side and perhaps more than we should have...

a tip off lead us onto an island, through a barrier adn after a fevoured scramble over rocks, across ominous pockets of murky water, under abandoned boats and out into a gushing waterfall. feeling like naughty children the whole time we found our little paradise and swum amongst the rainbows and nipping fish with the constant warmth of the waterfalls spray all over us. the onlty people to be seen were ant sized on a viewing platform we had been 2days previously.