Photo by Kate Stanworth
I had never been so thoroughly toured in my life. Ziplining up in the canopy, horseriding through the jungle to a Guaraní village, speed-boating under Iguazu’s waterfalls, learning about medicinal plants and indigenous traps… I was led through one ticketed and guided adventure after another.
This couldn’t have been more different from my last visit, where my need to escape the ‘guided’ experience led me to jump a fence, swim beneath a waterfall and promptly get expulsed by a ranger.
This time around I wanted to test the theory that touring didn’t necessarily mean sticking to the fenced-in path. Before heading north, the HI Travel agent in far-off Buenos Aires told me, “We want to bring tourists beyond Iguazú itself, spread out the visitors. Many people forget that this region has not only falls but also jungle, and there are loads of activities revolving around that.”
So maybe it could fulfil my adventurous expectations after all?
First of all though, let’s not forget that any visit to Iguazú must of course include looking at the falls from every angle. Lets face it, they are incredible – perhaps the most exhilarating natural wonder I have ever seen.
How about viewing them from directly below? On the Nautical Adventure, I went literally underneath some of the smaller falls – smaller being a few dozen metres high. We didn’t motor all the way into the largest waterfall, the ‘Garganta del Diablo’ (the Devil’s Throat) but I didn’t really want to be swallowed by the devil anyways. I did however hear that the Brazilian side’s boat trip is faster, longer and wetter… though that last was hard to believe, considering my sopping clothes.
I was also able to see the falls in a whole new light: at night, beneath the full moon.
The crowds were gone, leaving me to stroll freely towards the distant roar of water. The tranquil sound of far-off falls soon reached a crescendo as I approached the river’s edge. There, the moonlit water plummets and an explosion of mist covers the awe-struck faces of the lucky visitors who have come for one of the five days a month when you can experience this.
But what I really wanted was to go beyond the falls altogether.
So I went with Iguazú Extreme off the path and onto rock faces, and even zip-lining across the canopy. Fun, certainly, but not quite the type of adventure that I was searching for. So I kept looking.
Photo by Kate Stanworth
By the time I had done all these activities, I was feeling the need to experience a less manufactured reality, to really connect with the natural and cultural landscapes. I found this reality, and these landscapes, it turns out, are as beautiful as they flawed.
This type of complexity, I suppose, should be expected with the non-manufactured. Although the falls left me breathless, their simple beauty has honestly only come to mind a couple of times since leaving. On the other hand, my short journey into the jungle has followed me home, insistently tugging on my sleeve to remind me of what I found there.
Run through the jungle
My horseback jungle tour guide, Jorge, led me through indigenous Guaraní territory, dense jungle with narrow footpaths. We had to constantly duck under low-lying branches while perched atop our horses. All the land that now comprises the Parque Nacional Iguazú was once Guaraní, a people who traditionally lived throughout northern Argentina, south-eastern Bolivia, and Paraguay.
Photo by Kate Stanworth
Now, the Guaraní have been removed from the park; however, many thousands still live in the region, maintaining their traditional way of life to varying degrees. As we rode through this land, Jorge explained how key the forest is for Guaraní survival, as it provides everything from food to medicine to everyday tools. One of various medicinal plants our guide harvested was the ambay. Later, in the hostel, I would make this plant’s white bud into an effective tea to treat my sore throat – while suffering some strange looks from other backpackers.
We came upon the Guaraní village of Yryapú slowly, as densely vined forest floor began occasionally opening up to small plots of various crops and accompanying thatched-roof houses.
Judging from the lack of material wealth in the village, the benefits of the national park appear to largely remain in state hands. Not that there’s not plenty of money coming into the area: according to park figures, a record 121,381 visitors came to the park this July.
Jorge explained that Yryapú receives very few of these visitors. His tone, however, was ambivalent, as if unsure whether more tourism would be good or bad.
Yryapú has five tables set up for selling artisan products, and I bought necklaces and bracelets for a dozen friends. The wrinkled woman who sold me the jewellery was shy though friendly; according to my guide (and as was apparent by other people’s reluctant smiles) many Guaraní are wary of outsiders’ presence. Not surprising, after a history of exploitation and violence from outsiders.
I was told by other travellers and by our hostel’s staff that the other Guaraní village in this area, which does not take Yryapú’s low-profile approach to the tourist industry, currently accepts large groups of camera-toting tourists. These swing by on their all-included tours to see traditional dances and local customs which are put on specially for visitors. Says Gabriela of Hostel-Inn, “We do not bring tourists to see the indigenous dances that are set up like circus. We try to conduct business with ethics.”
Despite Yryapu’s wary approach to tourism, the influence of recent developments certainly reaches the town. Power lines crisscrossing between thatched-roof huts attest to the electricity that arrived here two years ago; metal roofs contrast with the houses of traditional adobe and thatched roofs; and huge ditches belie the water system that is being built both for the village and for incoming hotels. According to local workers, much of the recent infrastructure has been paid for as part of a deal between the Guaraní, the hotels and the municipality.
Five hundred Yryapú residents now live on 265 hectares, what’s left after they recently sold 300 acres to a consortium of 35 parties, including the Hilton, the Sheraton and the Hyatt.
Photo by Kate Stanworth
As we trotted out of the forest back to the road, tractors hummed as they transported dirt. One construction worker shouted over his engine’s roar that soon there would be a golf course in the forest on our right. I felt like I was visiting a disappearing world, knowing that this wild jungle and small village were rapidly transforming.
A surreal image came to my mind: the village shrinking until it was nothing more than the tiny displays on the national park walkways where Guaraní sell souvenir trinkets that all look the same.
As I dismounted, Jorge continued his cultural tour. As an afterthought, or fun-fact that I imagine he always uses to wrap up his tours, he explained that Guaraní girls, after coming of age and until they are 14, have the right to choose whatever single man they wish as husband, forcing any man to marry. This cultural reality, very natural a short 30 minute trot from where I now stood, didn’t quite fit where I now stood, next to a highway buzzing with buses.
Back on track
It was a bit of culture shock coming back to the hubbub of the hostel. Don’t get me wrong, the beaten path can be fine, especially when you don’t want a 12-year-old to force you into marriage – or if you just want comfort. That night I dined (a verb I rarely do, being more accustomed to chowing down) at El Gallo Negro, where Malbec-soaked pork would make most any traveller comfortable.
Coming back at night to the Hostel-Inn, digesting both the Malbec and the day’s journey, I flopped down on a couch in the commons. This hostel is a well-travelled spot with 200 beds, full even outside of the high tourist season – really more amped-up with amenities than any hostel I’d ever been to. Here you have the option to have your own room with bathroom or even your own bungalow, and most any travel service you can imagine to boot.
Photo by Kate Stanworth
Techno and pop music provided the soundtrack to that evening’s encounters with other random travellers. Many of these backpackers were in it for the long haul, on South American or even world tours. Others had decided to stay in Argentina to deepen instead of broaden their experiences. I wondered if these extended trips might make folks more inclined to strike out on their own to avoid the crowds… but when I asked around, very few seemed to do so at Iguazú, spending only two days on average in the area.
Everyone staying on the same track contributes to a great danger of tourism: homogenisation. I certainly saw this dynamic when I was given nearly identical trap demonstrations on two different tours, Iguazú Extreme and Cabalgatas Ecológicas – granted, it was awesome to see that noose thingy in action twice… you know, the one that snares an animal and flings them, feet kicking, into the air on a springy sapling.
However, variety is not only the spice of life but also the reason for most travelling, and most options in this area – and on the tourist track in general – are shamefully under-utilised. And I wonder if golf courses, the utter opposite of natural variety, will soon destroy the biodiversity necessary for the ambay’s white bud to flourish, along with many other medicinal plants that have yet to be discovered.
In any case, the moon will continue to make Iguazú’s falls gleam and rainbows appear in the moonlit spray… probably. Debate currently rages whether or not to give the celestial light and natural beauty of the falls the competition of a laser light show coming from Brazil’s side. My advice: run through the jungle now, while it lasts.
Different packages through HI Travel can give you the most basic there-and-back-with-lodging trip, or a more extensively set-up adventure, including much of what is described in this article. Visit www.hitravelargentina.com for more information.