There was no way one could stay dry. Some degree of wet should be expected when visiting the Falls. Soaked if cautious; Damp if wrapped up like a mummy. Thunderstorms will exponentially increase the certainty of wetness along the extremities, leaving the rest up to the Falls.
Which was what happened to us when we were trekking along the Upper Circuit in the Argentina side of the Falls. The heavens opened and rain came pouring down. But we were ready with our S$2 rain jackets bought from Daiso! We whipped them out, put them on and congratulated ourselves for being so clever.
But alas, our smugness was shortlived.
There is a 12min speedboat ride that visitors can take to go directly under the Bossetti and the San Martin, two of the larger falls in the area accessed via the Lower Circuit. SJ was looking forward to the ride, me not so much. We trudged down the steps hewn out of rock towards Iguazu River and headed for the embarkation point where our ride was waiting. All this time, the rain continued to fall. I was still dry under my raincoat and was determined to stay that way. As we got nearer, we were given life jackets to wear, and waterproof bags to keep our belongings. “Pffftt, what for?”, I thought since my bag was already made wet by rain on the outside. But I took it anyway.
So with our raincoats on, life jackets strapped tight, bag on lap and butt in seat, we were ready to meet the Falls. Off we went to yells and hollers of the excited.
30 choppy seconds later, I felt a gush of cold creep up my bottom. Rainwater. From the pool that accumulated on my lap that had found its way through the front flaps of the raincoat. Already?! I wasn’t even near the Falls yet. But that was a mild taste of what was to come. I had grudgingly said a reluctant goodbye to staying dry.
5 minutes in, we were completely DRENCHED. Hair, body, clothes, socks, shoes, underwear – Everything. Got. Wet. Dashing in and out of the Falls at high speeds was exhilarating, made more so by the rain pelting down on our faces while bobbing about in choppy mud-colored water. It was hard to keep my mouth closed to the river water because I was yelling so much. Pouring water out of my boots had never been so much fun.
The Brazilian side was way more manageable. You get sprayed by 2700 cubic meters per sec of falling waters at Devil’s Throat when you walk the bridge to the main observation point. Very safe with a raincoat. It is an understatement to say that the view from here is spectacular. I have never seen so many rainbows in one place. 🙂