Click on Images to Enlarge 



October 10, Iguassu Falls


{Iguaçu in Portuguese, and Iguazú in Spanish. English sources are not consistent, although the use of Iguassu seems most common, so we'll run with that spelling here.}



Our very posh old hotel right at the top of the falls on the Brazilian side. The river and the falls are the dividing line between Brazil and Argentina.






Motorcycles out front would not be a common sight at this decidedly up-scale spot. Reservations are very difficult to come by. We still have palm trees.




(The pictures of the falls are definitely worth clicking on, to see the larger version.)


Iguassu Falls consists of a series of cataracts in a half moon nearly 3 kilometres long, with a height of 80 metres. In comparison, Niagara Falls is less than 800 metres along the brink and has a height of 54 metres. It is virtually impossible for a casual visitor to do justice to the falls in photographs. The site is so large that only aerial photography can capture its splendour. However, this is what we saw.















































Sunset at the falls.
















October 11, Iguassu Falls



Sunrise at the falls.







Lush semi-tropical vegetation. The falls are in a national park—not surprisingly.




























A trip by boat up the Iguassu River to the bottom of the falls. Because the river was unusually full, we weren’t able to get too close.













We crossed over into Argentina to visit the other side of the falls. Border crossings are always slow so we had time to make friends with these two lads.














The grounds of the Sheraton hotel on the Argentinean side of the falls, where we went for lunch. Our Brazilian hotel can be glimpsed in the distance.





A closer view of our Brazilian hotel.



















Inlets of the Iguassu River above the falls. The amount of water was immense. We were very lucky, because sometimes the falls are not much more than a dribble. In 1978 not one drop went over the falls for 28 days.  












The Devil’s Throat. Looking at the people on the left gives a faint idea of how huge this cascade is.  







A faint rainbow





















A little more rainbow; they’re hard to capture.






Love those palm trees!










The Triple Frontier, where the Uguassu and Paraná Rivers meet. We’re standing in Argentina, Paraguay is on the left and Brazil on the opposite bank.





João modeling the latest in helmets at the Triple Frontier










The attack bird. Protecting its territory at dawn on the front lawn of our Iguassu hotel, this feisty little bird—about the size of a killdeer—came shrieking and flapping at Madeleine, who beat a hasty retreat.   






The official Speed photographer at Iguassu.







The assistant Speed photographer in the jungle.