The Argentinian side of Iguazu did a pretty
good job of winning me over to the waterfall cause again. Compared to
the Brazilian side, you felt like you were actually walking around
the waterfalls as opposed to gazing at them from afar. And obviously
I had to do the obligatory power-boat ride which took you right under
the many roaring torrents. My flimsy poncho, which I'd bought at
Colca Canyon did little except to trap more water and deposit it on
my already soaked clothes as the driver of the boat plunged us ever
further into the spray. Although saturated with tourists, the large
array of paths leading thought the forest and providing access to the
plethora of different waterfalls made the place feel a lot more wild
than the other side.
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