Larry and Janell: Saturday, Nov 6, Back to the Falls

After a day of rain and local exploration (for Larry) we awoke to an overcast day and a promise of clearing and we returned to the falls... and are glad we did.
We'd been to the Garganta del Diablo, (throat of the devil) previously, -that is, the top of the most concentrated bit of falling water, a catwalk to the center of the maelstrom, from which the world seemed to give away. A loud, scary, point in space from which no orienting perspective was possible... It made no sense... This vast river/lake simply disappeared into a mist filled wind tunnel that soaked us with spray from down under.
Today we hiked down with a host of folk from around the world who had come together with us in the jungle to see the outcome, the aftermath of the falling away of the under pinnings of space/time/river water ... and we were, together, awed.
Iguazu is not just a waterfall. Think Niagara. Then imagine 30 such rivers converging. 300 separate falls, 3 miles wide, spray fed jungle with impatiens, begonia, walking irises, ferns, orchids amuck, bromeliads and philodendrons and flora previously unseen by the likes of us.
Imagine random encounters with raccoon like coatis (a few too many, in fact), iguanas and assorted tropical lizards caught up in the fecundity of it all and mating with reptilian abandon, rambling peccaries, and all of that sharing the trails with hundreds of fellow humans - that's Iguazu.
We took a host of pics and we hope to post some tomorrow. We're off to scope out a plant place tomorrow then fly back to Buenos Aires from which we'll post images.
Tonight we communed with young folk from Singapore and old folk (like us) from the Caribbean. Now, we sleep, to post more tomorrow, a few hundred miles south.