So, the Garganta. I would be hours before there, enchanted, chained, perhaps charmed. But after an hour we were all kicked out, the park closed. And not just because the visitors had to leave. The forest, the jungle, with dark, close as you around. It 's still time for sunset, a very red sunset, will be the tropics, I do not know. 
The animals are being felt more and more, symphony of crickets, toads, frogs, birds of various kinds, squirrels coming out into the open even in the visitor center in search of food. No Jaguars, unfortunately or fortunately. I have to wait two hours, I took the first round of visits at night, they told me it is the best because the moon is lower. I do not want to go back to Puerto Iguazu, although I would in time and maybe I'd better get something heavier than my blouse to put on him, because the evening the temperature drops and the humidity increases.
But I want to enjoy the park, which finally becomes silent, there are only a few people waiting, like me. A guy offers me a beer. Arriva also a family of Italian, but I'm away. In the end, when he became completely dark except for moonlight, there's everybody else and we head towards the train. 
A guard explains what will happen, be careful when we walk on the runway because it can be wet (and you do the higher the handrail, I would say, so there is no risk that people fall ...). It tells us that if we are lucky, in some We can see the rainbow with the moonlight. We go all the train, we are almost a hundred people. The journey of twenty minutes, the train off the lights and leaves us in the dark, and it is quite different from that round. Nature takes over, the moonlight casts just a little 'light in a dark world but alive, that roar as we passed. The people, all of us, stain silence, kidnapped, maybe even a little 'afraid.
arrive, and begin the journey on the catwalk. The river looks more menacing, now, each black spot is suspicious of any movement in the dark is full of sinister threats. That will climb a bit 'positions as possible to stay in front, but it seems to me that we are all so in awe at the power of nature so much bigger than us, and so mysterious, dark, almost no one speaks, and those who do do it in whispers. It is not easy to keep quiet about a hundred tourists. Perhaps it is the power of the dark. A true dark times, when passing under trees that kept away even the moonbeams. But I think that little (little?) Fear that everyone has is due to two distinct types of sounds.
The noise of the waterfall at night much stronger, and this time almost start to believe that what we're really seeing is the Garganta del Diablo. I mean, the noise is what he would do him the Devil.
And then, noise, noise, all that is around us but we can not see. Even the iron footbridge is strange sighs, to step on your foot, almost wailing, as cries for help. Not a squeak, which I understand, but just a kind of sigh, as if there were air, I know a bearing, but something is not there.
around there is a huge and terrible nature, dark and potentially bad. The two miles of walkway are the closest thing to a walk in a Lovecraft story I have ever live. There was something out there, one step away from the iron footbridge. There are creatures, hidden under the water. There are stagnant pools where unclean beings just waiting for someone to fall into a foul.
Probably this is all walking in the middle of the walkway, keeping well away from those edges, for some reason, seem to keep away the evil that lies all around, under, water, and the trees?
do not know.
course then when you start to see the Garganta illuminated by the moon, when the noise increases to become almost unbearable, when you get to the end and everything is water and wind and dizzying vortices and splashing and reflexes, you can not help thinking that Beauty and terror are touching here, maybe you love, everything is so beautiful that is scary, is the fear of a stepmother Nature, infinitely beautiful and infinitely bad, is afraid to look at what you can not see, You can not see your god in my eyes because it blinds you, you turned to stone, you destroy.
Then, as people foolishly try to take pictures, flash and small are like pinpricks that so many Lilliputians trying to capture the Giant, and there you are dazed, terrified even, try to keep a close eye splash that fall, and they seem to go much slower, as if everything was in slow motion, as if, not blinded and deafened all, the waterfall was working through service, step by step, little poor stupid humans.
Fixed water that is white, lit by the moon. Do not even look like water. It seems foam, some manna from heaven, maybe milk just come out from the breasts of the Earth (sorry, the Pachamama), yes, it looks like milk ... Then I look down, where you can not see, because clouds of steam come out, get up, you are meeting, and not even look like steam, it seems ...
So is it a moment, and I understand everything that is below me The World's Largest Mixer! But yes, milk, and a moment later, voila: whipped cream ...
Everything is clear now, and the Garganta not afraid anymore, maybe it's just the brand name ... And I almost regret that there is more wind to carry me up the cream, I'd just open his mouth to taste it on the fly ...
ps the photo is not my night but a little (just a little) makes the idea ...
pps sorry for you, but you still have another post on the waterfall ...
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