Sunday, April 3, 2011

Igauzu falls

THE poetry that gushed from my mind in the presence of Igauzu. Words falling from my mind like the wieghtless beauty of the water. It never stops raining at the devils throat. The spray leaps terrified into the sky escaping the violence of the tons and tons of water that mercilessly follow eachother over the edge. It then softly falls all around replinishing the grass that grows on small rock islands and the soulds of tourists who stand like me, arms out and head back all throaths and smiles and relief.
The great width of the river falls again and again at igauzu. Firstly at the devils throat. All but the very extremities of the river are drawn to fall first circle down one three metre drop and than than another much taller. It and the two waterfalls to the left and right are are least half as wide as the Brisbane river. All around are much taller but thinner waterfalls each remarkable by itself but its the combination that leaves people speachless. These falls only manage to add atmosphere because of the outrageous volume of the three biggest falls each next to eachother. How enough mighty enough to carve 50 and 60 metre scars down sheer red rock is beyond me.
Further down the river the water is punished again and again. through rapids and down more and more falls, each worthy of thier own national park.
The swarms of butterflies add almost as much wonder as the falls themselves. Drawn to the salty sweat they cover the hand rails like fingers. While people converge to drink the beauty the butterlies eagerly drink our sweat. Landing on our hats, hands, backs, the hand rails and flying round our heads. The vibrant colours flitting in and out of vision are like a psychedelic trip. Red and black, pink and black, purple with orange spots, black and grey subtlety, blues, blues, blues and the racing number 88 enclosed in concentric circles. The same species as two of the alphabet poster in my childhood bedroom. If the falls don't cause you to laugh at the sky the kaleidoscopic colour sprawls will.
What a heaven.

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