A Thunderous Good-bye

The final day of Argentina was spent in Iguazu Falls. Getting to the falls and moving within the area was an exercise in patience. Argentina or transportation companies within Argentina tend to beless developed than in California. If you're going to Iguazu using public transportation (airplanes, buses, trains), build in extra buffer time as it will get filled up. And have patience, because it was obvious some folks at the airport didn't. But you forget about all of that, at least momentarily, as you hear the roar of the river racing down to the edge of the cliffs of Iguazu. And you remember why you came here when you see the waters hurl themselves toward the river beneath, disappearing into a cloud of mist.


The approach.


Everyone in the boat gets wet, really wet.


A closer view.

A view from land.

Garganta del Diablo. This is as close as you can get unless you want to plunge yourself down the falls to see what's at the bottom.

A butterfly.

A swarm of butterflies on the train trip back.

On the next leg of the trip, Ecuador, my Internet access is unknown so postings may be few to non-existent.