After a nice buffet breakfast by the pool with birds and small rodents which our guide called paca, but which may have been an agouti, we boarded the buses, crossed back into Argentina and went to the Argentine side of the Devil’s Throat (La Garganta del Diablo). This demanded a 1 kilometer walk to the train station, a train ride, and then about a 1.5km walk to the falls. The entire way we were greeted by hundreds of varieties of butterflies, some of which were attracted to Alan’s brightly colored chile shirt.

The falls were astounding, with a huge amount of run-off falling 290 or so feet. Water and spray everywhere. It was a struggle to keep the lens of the camera dry.

Then we reversed the trek, train, trek to arrive at the visitors’ center for lunch. After lunch we hit the buses again and re-crossed to Brazil and drove to the access to the water tour of the falls. A tram pulled by an electric tractor moves you down a long road through rain forest. Then you transfer to a jeep for a ride down a steeper road to the place where there is a funicular going down to the water’s edge. Put your life vest on and get into the inflatable boats for a wild ride up the river through the rapids to the area under the falls. I was using the waterproof camera, but I was getting so drenched and excited that I kept messing up the videos I was trying to take. Then back to the dock and up the funicular and in the jeep and in the tram and back to the bus.

When we got back to the hotel, it was shower, then a nap, and then dry clothes. We got up in time to go to a buffet dinner and huge dinner show with music and dancing from 8 different Latin-American countries. We got back to the hotel at 11 but got to sleep in till 7.