Sol Andino Hostel, La Paz
And here we are back in the highlands
again after heat and high humidity. Coming to La Paz almost felt like
coming home for me although we only spent a couple of days here last
year. It is the whole atmosphere of the highlands where we have done
most of our travelling in the last few years. This is the South
America I love.
It is not without challenges to come
from 400m above sea level to 3800m within one hour, of course. The
'exploding' lotion bottle this morning is a very visual reminder that
the air pressure is low: no wonder our bodies need to adjust. We have
to walk slowly, especially up the steep hills, and off and on I was
plagued by headaches yesterday. Still – it's wonderful to be here!
We are not in any hurry to move on or
even do and see a lot for a couple of days – every walk to buy a
bottle of water provides enough stimulation – so I'm going to try
and pick up a few loose ends from earlier parts of the trip.
It is very hard to believe, and I had
to go back to the corresponding blog entry to make sure, but it was
indeed only a week ago today that we visited the Brazilian side of
the Iguazú
Falls. How much distance, how many impressions lie between then and
now, there and here! It is not difficult to find my way back there,
however, because it is truly an awesome experience. The travel guide
did not exaggerate when it said that a visit to the falls would not
be complete without looking at them from both sides.
Again we boarded a bus at the terminal in Puerto Iguazú. It
took about an hour to get to our destination, including the border
crossing. Our bus driver who, it turned out, spoke German, collected
everybody's passports and returned after a short while with the
stamps – no hassle at all. Conditions were much less crowded than
on the Argentinian side when we entered the generously laid out
parking area in front of the park entrance. It will look different in
high season, of course, but now the parking lot looked almost
deserted, and we didn't have to stand in line to get our admission
tickets. The park administration buildings are spacious and look
almost new, and everything is well organized to process large groups
of people – another indication that it is not always as quiet as
now.
From
the administation building double-decker shuttles, much like
the sightseeing busses used for city tours, leave
every fifteen minutes or so to take visitors to three different
points within the park. The first two provide access to 'adventure
tours' run by a private company, the last is the starting point to
visit the falls.
We
opt for the third stop, of course: first and foremost we are here to
see the falls; anything else has time until later. The last bus to
leave for Puerto Iguazú
will be at the parking lot at five. Just as on the Argentinian side
paved walkways make for comfortable walking. Here, there is only one
choice, and together with a smattering of other tourists we are on
our way down the path through the forest. Only a few metres along
movement in the leaf litter beside the path catches our eye: a giant
lizard quickly makes its way down the slope, not pausing long enough
for a photo. Butterflies, too, are everywhere, many more than we saw
the day before. They come in all shapes and sizes, displaying
beautiful colours. I see a few among them that I have watched at the
butterfly house in the Devonian Botanic Garden.
Turning
the first corner we come out into the open – and gaze at an amazing
sight. Waterfalls, one beside the other, as far as the eye can see.
The very scenery we experienced up close yesterday we can now take in
in one sweeping glance.
The
path descends slowly, and, just like at the rim walk along the Grand
Canyon, every few metres the scenery changes, the view becomes more
spectacular. The longer we walk, the further we descend the closer we
get to all that roiling water again.
The picture above is taken right
across from where we stood the day before at the edge of the river,
where the boats leave for a thrill ride almost right into the water
roaring down the 'Garganta del Diablo', Devil's Throat. Once we were that close we decided we didn't need the extra thrill of the boat ride - how much more would this tourist adventure be able to give us anyway? Now, getting ever closer to the very spot from a different angle, able to watch the manoeuvering of the boats, we can see that it would have been even more exciting than we could have anticipated. Still, we are quite satisfied that we decided against it; it would, after all, been a 'man-made' thrill, and nothing that could have improved on the one Mother Nature held in store for us.
The
further we descend, the closer we get to 'Devil's Throat'. Even at
the beginning of the walk we felt the mist from the falls from time
to time, although they were far away then. Now, the path is wet, and
the spray is becoming more steady. The roar of the water, now close
by, increases by the minute.
A
sign warns to put on rain gear and protect cameras etc: we are about
to get wet. People coming uphill take off dripping wet raincoats.
Turning another corner we can now see the whole amazing spectacle
expecting us if we descend further: a footbridge with several viewing
platforms will put us face to face with the Garganta del Diablo. We
put on our rain jackets, I stick the camera in a ziplock bag I
brought along, and bravely we enter the inferno.
Within seconds we
are totally drenched. Conversation has become almost impossible: the
voice of the water overpowers everything else, and water is all
around us, from the wall tumbling from above to our left to the
masses dropping away at our feet. I stand in awe, close my eyes and
feel almost lifted by the pure force of it, feel, for a moment, as if
I am part of it. For a moment, there is only this – no people
screaming to be heard above the voice of the falls, taking
photographs, vying for the best spot – just the roiling water and me.
We
walk uphill for a bit, out of reach of the spume, and sit down to
watch a bit more from some distance away. We are both still in awe.
How glad we are that we came here, too. We wouldn't have been able to
imagine this. Once we've had our fill we walk back up to the shuttle
station. We still have about two and a half hours left before the bus
leaves for Puerto Iguazú.
It would be nice to go for a little hike along one of the paths we
passed by earlier.
What
disappointment, however: when we inquire about the right trail to
take we find out that these trails 'belong' to the adventure tour
operators. They are used for their jeeps, 'eco-friendly' electric
cars, and of course we could book either one of them and then hike or
bike part of the way – that's the tour they offer. Couldn't we just
hike for a while along the path, we ask. Only if we pay what we'd pay
for the 'full experience'. This is ridiculous! We leave a comment in
their suggestion box, but I doubt this will show any result. Why
would they give up on a source of income from Iguazú-hungry
tourists?
What
to do with our time, then? We decide we might as well take the next
shuttle back to the falls and enjoy them for a little bit longer.
In the morning the clouds only parted from time to time, but now a brilliant blue sky spans over the foamy white rising from the falls. We find a bench under a big tree and unpack our lunch, as so often consisting of bread, cheese and water and enjoy the perfect view and relative quiet. We look up when we hear something stir above us and can hardly believe our luck: a toucan, its large, black-tipped orange beak almost translucent in the sun, light blue feet clutching a branch right over our heads. It isn't very shy, clambers about from branch to branch slowly, finally moves to the front of the tree. Wait – what is that twittering I hear now? It sounds exactly like – yes! The toucan climbs into a hollow left by a sawed-off branch, and the twittering stops almost immediately: there's a nest of little toucans right close to us. There is no question of seeing them, of course, but what a wonderful thought!
In the morning the clouds only parted from time to time, but now a brilliant blue sky spans over the foamy white rising from the falls. We find a bench under a big tree and unpack our lunch, as so often consisting of bread, cheese and water and enjoy the perfect view and relative quiet. We look up when we hear something stir above us and can hardly believe our luck: a toucan, its large, black-tipped orange beak almost translucent in the sun, light blue feet clutching a branch right over our heads. It isn't very shy, clambers about from branch to branch slowly, finally moves to the front of the tree. Wait – what is that twittering I hear now? It sounds exactly like – yes! The toucan climbs into a hollow left by a sawed-off branch, and the twittering stops almost immediately: there's a nest of little toucans right close to us. There is no question of seeing them, of course, but what a wonderful thought!
Once
again we walk partway down the path, and it is as if we were meant to
be rewarded for coming back. The sun has warmed the slope along which
the path leads, and lizards and butterflies seem to enjoy this. A
small lizard watches curiously from the shade of a railing post
before darting away, and two more of the big lizards we saw in the
morning slither through the undergrowth. They are huge, more than
three, maybe four feet in length, and after many attempts to
determine what they are the conclusion seems to be that these must be
tegus. They
stay off the path, and I have no real desire to see them any closer
than they are.
One more surprise lies in store for us: a small,
armoured brown-grey animal with round, pink-brown, almost opaque ears
is busily digging through the leaves on a slope right beside us: a
three-banded armadillo, smaller than the nine-banded armadillo that
can be found in the southern part of North America. It doesn't pay
any attention to us, so engrossed is it in its search for food.
Satisfied
and happy with this day we board the shuttle. We really could not
have asked for anything more.
Looking back, the Iguazú
(or Iguaçu,
as they are called in Brazil) Falls were the highlight of this year's
South American travels, like Machu Picchu last year. We have a few
days left, however, and tomorrow should be another interesting day:
we will visit Tiwanaku, a pre-Columbian site about an hour and a half
from La Paz.
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