We had a grueling flight from Ilha Fernando do Noronha to Iguassu, starting at 10 in the morning and going until 1 AM the next morning. We had two connections - one in Recife and another in Sao Paolo, but we and our bags all made it. To make it even more complicated, we had to have a special private car take us to the hotel inside the national park in Brazil, because they lock up after 7 PM. Guests at the hotel have a special dispensation to arrive late, but, after midnight, you must use a car with a special permit. These cars must carry a park-issued GPS during the trip that will issue a huge fine and suspend the car's permit for six months if they exceed the very low speed limit. Why? They are trying to avoid deaths of wildlife in the park. Our driver told us he'd seen eight jaguars in six years. There are plenty of other animals there as well.
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We got up pretty early and enjoyed a great breakfast buffet with two espresso drinks. A lot of coatis, which are sort of like daytime party raccoons with long, curled tails visited the patio near the buffet. Plush-crested jays also came to visit.
After breakfast we met our driver Bruno, who would take us to and from the Argentinian Iguassu Falls national park. That is quite a drive, crossing over a triple border between Brazil, Argentina, and Paraguay. We had a little excitement as we crossed. Our driver pointed out a car surrounded by drug inspectors just beside us as we inched through the international checkpoint. There on the ground next to the car were about forty packets of cocaine, and they were still pulling more from the car as we passed. I was crazy enough to get out my phone and snap a photo of this. Luckily, the agent either didn't notice me, or decided it wasn't worth the trouble to stop us. I'm not posting the photo because it could be used to identify the agent(s) and the car and driver.
Finally, after a chaotic arrival among numerous private cars and tour buses and huge lines, we managed to get inside the park. We saw lots of coatis and monkeys along the paths.
We first hiked along the trails below the falls.
Then we went to an area called the Devil's Throat. This trail was destroyed by flooding a couple of years ago, and only reopened about a week before we got there. The "trail" consists of a series of metal walkways stretching across the flowing river from one small island to the next for about a mile, until it finally reaches where the falls are somewhat more than a semicircle, all in a small space. With all the recent rains, the waters were exceptionally strong, causing a massive amount of spray to fly up all the way from the bottom to above the observation platforms, getting us all wet each time the wind shifted our way.