After being so overwhelmed by the Argentinian side of Iguazu the previous day, the Brazilian side of the falls seemed like something we just needed to tick off – a ‘we’re here so we might as well’ kind of thing – but there was no way it was going to top the Argentinian experience (which is what most people had told us before we arrived). So with very little expectations we set off on the bus heading for the border crossing.

Crossing the border was actually much more of an experience than I expected. We’d crossed from Uruguay into Argentina via the boat from Montevideo and been pleasantly surprised at how simple and efficient it had been – two officials sitting next to each other, one stamps out the other in, done. Not at this border – it was everyone out the coach to wait in line at the Argentinian customs office – which took a while. Once our bus full of passengers was stamped it was on to the Brazilian customs office a little further on to do it all again. When you’ve got several buses full as well as all the regular traffic this ends up taking quite a bit of time. Tedious.

The rest of the journey to the Brazilian Iguaçu site was pretty smooth and uneventful. On arrival I noted that the entrance and overall feel of the set up was more museum than theme park, which I liked. In fact there was a little museum section as soon as you passed the barriers which was quite well done. It reminded me a bit of a section of the Natural History Museum or Science Museum in London – very visual and engaging with lots of interactive stuff. Much of it was in English too, obviously my Portuguese is fantastic so I didn’t need it, but you know – it was nice for Steve…

To get to the waterfalls we took a double decker bus (lots of London associations this side of the falls it appears) which takes about 15 minutes. On arrival, it was exactly what I’d expected from the Brazilian side – fantastic views of the falls over in Argentina. We had another glorious day and spent a little while taking photos at the first spot.

We meandered slowly along the trail chatting and admiring the increasingly inspiring views. There were five of us altogether, me and Steve, a guy staying in our dorm from Brighton – Ollie, and a German couple we met on the bus. We’d all heard pretty much the same about the Brazilian side; that it offered great views of the falls but wasn’t as exciting or involved as the Argentinian side – so as we got towards the end of the trail and saw the platform leading out right into the falls we were all taken completely by surprise.

The viewing platform at the end of the Brazilian side of the falls gave me one of the most incredible experiences of my life – genuinely. It’s the finale to the trail and allows you to walk right out into the middle of an insanely powerful set of waterfalls. You’re on a metal grilled platform, literally a few feet above the water rushing beneath your feet. As you walk out there are three runways which give you different views, the final furthermost stop being the most dramatic. From there you’re looking right over the edge of a drop – just a matter of inches away from water dropping hypnotically 10-15ft over the precipice. To your left is a monstrous beast covering you in spray from about 20ft away. Looking right you can see right down the river with waterfalls dropping in all the way down. Honestly, I really can’t put into words how moving it was – I found it hard to leave and it was only that I was running late for my bus on to Mendoza that allowed me to snap out of the trance. What made it so special was how few people were there too – for me it was 10 times as thrilling as seeing The Devil’s Throat on the Argentinian side. But rather than jostling for position on the platform with hundreds of people I had an unspoilt, surprisingly emotional moment practically alone in the midst of the most amazing natural phenomenon I’ve ever seen. It was really special.

Unfortunately my camera died before we got to the platform – Ollie kindly took some pictures for me and got an amazing video, but we lost contact, so if you’re reading this mate… hook me up bro!

I did stay a bit too long though and we missed the bus back to Argentina by seconds – it pulled away just as we ran towards the door. So we persuaded a taxi to take us back over, which between the 4 of us that were going back that way wasn’t too expensive. It was an amazing day and an incredible shared experience to end my 5 weeks travelling with my old mate Steve. If you’re ever anywhere near here, you HAVE to visit this side of Iguazu.