Thundering cascades, mist rising, rainbows dancing
Arriving at Iguazu, the sweltering heat of the jungle presses in as coatis slip past along the bridge. On the wooden paths the sound grows louder with every step — we’re heading for the Devil’s Throat, La Garganta del Diablo, an immense curtain of water crashing into the gorge. Mist rises, wrapping us in silver light, rainbows arching across the spray. Crossing from the Argentinean to the Brazilian side, we stand awed before a panoramic view. The sky darkens; not only does the river fall in torrents, but heavy rain descends too — a heavenly companion to the endless roar.
