The Iguazu falls is shared by two countries: Brazil and Argentina. I visited the Brazilian side in 2009, about a month before my service finished in Paraguay. Naturally, the ‘common sense’ decision would be to check out the Argentinian side this time. But in the last couple weeks, one thing led to another and at the end I chose to visit the Brazilian side again and skip the Argentinian side. I don’t intend to explain in detail the reason but as it always has been, travels attract uncertainties and I happily embraced them again this time.
The last time I was here I was 23 and now I am 32. Many decisions were made during the past years and a lot of uncertainties and questions I had then are gone by now. But it felt exactly the same to roam around in the park, so it felt a bit strange.
Being overwhelmed by the sheer size of falling water and its sound is, without a doubt, an amazing experience and I utterly enjoyed the walk. But I also noticed that vistas of natural wonders impress me less and less each time. Probably because I’ve had a lot of it already. Or more precisely, I began to believe that human beings are designed to be impressed by certain senses of accentuated dimensions and movements in those dimensions. In Buddhist terms, I realized that there are no intrinsic values in beautiful landscapes.
@Iguazu Falls, Foz do Iguacu, Brasil, July 4, 2018