Iguazu Falls: wet

As we spot the first rainbow in the spray off Iguazu Falls, at the dramatically named Devil’s Throat, no less, all four of our very damp socks are knocked right off. It’s simply spectacular. I think the ten minutes before the Last Judgment may sound rather like this when the time comes.

So what better way to appreciate the mighty weight of cascading water than a little speedboat ride to catch the spray on your face on a hot jungle day? I override the concerns of the Domestic Budget Committee and we hop aboard. Fifteen minutes later, Liz is wringing many litres of the Iguazu River out of her trousers and I’m Chateau Bowwow. Oops.