Biggest washing machine in South America.
Iguazu Falls
30th October-3rd November

It was an hour into our flight when el capitano announced we had to turn around and head back to Buenos Aires. A tropical storm over Iguazu was preventing us from landing. It wasn't all that bad as I got to watch more prison break on the plane and rip into the breakfast buffet in the hotel!

The Rio Iguazu splits Argentina and Brazil and both countries share ownership of the furious Iguazu falls. We had a day on each side.

The Iguazu falls is a major tourist attraction and after a heavy rainfall the water poured from the cliffs and smashed into the pools below with complete malignancy and resolution. We strolled the many catwalks which took us close to the edge and where the calm eddies and swirls turned into spray and noisy anger, which verbarated against our chests.
The water was an iron oxide colour, the rain had washed soil from the surrounding hills initially displaced by agriculture and the need for mahogany.
Tour boats took schools of people close to the bottom of the falls. They later emerged soaking wet with nipples you could hang wet donkey jackets on.
Around twenty or so waterfalls feed into the Rio Iguazu and mostly at the Garganta del Diablo (Devils Throat). The Devils Throat is a cricket pitch sized void which is the main character of this dramatic natural picture house. Tourists jostle for the best view and as the wind changes plumes of spray saturate everyone of them. Most of them squeal like slapped pigs, if only the Devils Throat belched lightning to pick off a few Frenchies on their saga holiday.
The power and noise is relentless and has everyone mesmerised for a moment during their visit. The thought of falling into this giant washing machine and pulled around like a rag doll must occupy most people's minds for a second or two.

A shock to the system on the Brazilian side-they speak Portuguese don't you know! Imagine a Dutch person speaking Spanish with a gob full of cob nuts and you might come close to realising the confusion we faced. We did manage to pick up a few words but were warned about ordering bread as a slight mispronunciation will have you instead requesting a side order of cock! b******s to it.
However, we found a Brazilian per kilo buffet at the bus station which we made the most of on our way to the island of Florianoplolis to meet familiar faces Amy and Colin.