Wenn die Tabelle andere Freunde hat vorschlagen, dass Sie in der Theorie diskutieren können, empfehle ich Deutschland Uhren, replica uhren china kaufen, Buch im Voraus zu kaufen über, replica uhren deutschland, der Unterschied ist immer noch sehr groß. Nach Deutschland nach der Anfrage geht auch an mehrere Geschäfte, in der Tat, kein Rabatt, replica uhren deutschland, es gibt nur wenige sichtbare blaue Goldschmiede, rechts, geradeaus in die Uhrengeschäft in Frankfurt. Gutaussehend, in der Straße der Innenstadt,Replica Uhren Schweiz, wo Luxus. Da alle Uhrenarmband Schnitt direkt nehmen gebucht, füllen in der Steuererklärung, Kreditkarte.
Home » Latin America

Falling in love again in Argentina

8 May 2010 No Comment

IGUAZÚ FALLS, Argentina — Two years ago, I fell madly in love with Buenos Aires and could not bear to leave the sultry den of tango and its hip-as-Paris vibe.
It was love at first sight, and I intended to use every minute exploring the playground that is Buenos Aires — its leafy streets, teeming avenues, bountiful (and inexpensive) restaurants and cafes, and pulsing night life.
But as in many love affairs, there had to be sacrifices. One of them was spurning a trip north to behold the grandeur of Iguazu Falls, one of the world’s most impressive collection of cascades.
Ever since, I had been filled with regret, reminded of my missed opportunity by Web sites and travel magazines.
Thankfully, there is a happy ending to this story. Last month I returned. I cashed in some frequent-flier miles and some vacation, and planned my fling with Mother Nature in the humid, far-flung wilderness of northern Argentina.
After first spending time in Buenos Aires again — I rented an apartment in the Palermo neighborhood — I was lucky to find a relatively inexpensive, last-minute fare to Puerto Iguazu. Nearly a two-hour flight, it was $120 each way. In Puerto Iguazu, about a half-hour’s drive from the falls, I settled into my private room in a hostel.
Iguazu Falls — Cataratas del Iguazu in Spanish — straddles the border with Brazil, where the Iguassu and Parana rivers meet.
With not much time, I quickly ventured out, hiring a taxi to drive me to my destination. I did not want to waste precious time on a bus.
I have seen my share of spectacular waterfalls. Niagara, for example, is indeed a sight to behold — but compared with Iguazu, it is a mere backyard fountain, providing just a drop in the bucket of the awesome grandeur that is Iguazu.
The falls — designated a World Heritage Site by the United Nations — are the centerpiece of national parks in Argentina and Brazil.
The most impressive waterfall in the collection, “Devil’s Throat,” forms a semicircle the width of 30 football fields, its spray and froth tumbling 260 feet into a churning pool. There are 160 to 260 strands of water — some wild and woolly, others elegant streams of water spilling from the jagged precipice.
The semitropical forest contains more than 2,000 species of trees and plants, including orchids, bromeliads, ferns, palms and hardwoods.
There are 450 kinds of birds, including toucans and parrots.
Jaguars are said to roam the place, but they kept their distance on my visit. Word of monkeys visible along one of the park’s trails spread quickly and sent other tourists scurrying to get a glimpse. (I went along my merry way. Monkey see, monkey do? Not for me.)
Butterflies floated through the woods and creek areas. They flirted with visitors, fluttering over heads and sometimes landing on outstretched fingers.
The humid air and the faint rumble of water lulled me to a shallow sleep as I rested on a bench, a catnap of nearly 30 minutes amid the shuffle of feet and hushed, courteous whispers. I was awakened when a swarm of schoolchildren came charging up the trail.
There are miles of developed trails that provide picture- perfect vistas.
I craved to cross the border into Brazil to get a different angle; the view from Brazil is said to be more panoramic. But I didn’t have a travel visa to enter the country, and my taxi driver warned me about taking the chance of getting caught.
Argentina’s share of the falls, encompassing about 170 acres, provides a more intimate experience — or at least that’s what a new friend I’d met at the hostel believes. An artist from Canada, she had seen the falls from across the river.
I took two days to explore. A single day would have been too rushed. I wanted to take my time, savor all that Iguazu had to offer.
My rendezvous with Iguazu was worth the wait. My longing and desire quenched, I departed the park and headed straight to the airport to return for one last fling with Buenos Aires.

1 Star2 Stars3 Stars4 Stars5 Stars (No Ratings Yet)
Loading ... Loading ...

Leave a comment!

Add your comment below, or trackback from your own site. You can also subscribe to these comments via RSS.

Be nice. Keep it clean. Stay on topic. No spam.

You can use these tags:
<a href="" title=""> <abbr title=""> <acronym title=""> <b> <blockquote cite=""> <cite> <code> <del datetime=""> <em> <i> <q cite=""> <s> <strike> <strong>

This is a Gravatar-enabled weblog. To get your own globally-recognized-avatar, please register at Gravatar.