Garganta del Diablo
We heard it long before it was in our sights. The loud consistent roar, echoing through the rocky wetlands. A bottomless pit of rock and water. The walkway stretched out over the wetlands on an elevated platform which meandered its way towards the border that separated Argentina from Brazil. A scurrying capybara ran under us, a friendly reminder that dispite the large crowds and theme park like experience we truly were at the foot of the Amazon Rainforest. Just before the final stretch we could see the river rushing southward. Truly dividing three countries, as if we were in the middle of the pie. Paraguay to the southwest, Brazil towards the northeast, Argentina beneath our feet. Approaching the apex of the falls the sound was everywhere. The rythmic pounding of water crashing onto stone, continuously over and over again. With each drop of water carving out a larger landing space, each year growing in height. Leaning over the railing my glasses dripped with moisture, my shirt soaked through. The mist from the crashing columns of water created an everlasting spray of water. I could not see the bottom, but only hear the sound of the earth absorbing the impact. I was there just before the rainy season and saw the falls at the lowest point, yet still the experience was awe inspiring and breathtaking. It's exquisite combinations of rock, land and water inspire us all to see more of the world.