My friend told me a few times how many cubic metres of furious water pour down every hour (or was it every day?). I just kept staring at those cubic metres, unable to retain the information.
Brazilian side or Argentinian side, either way overwhelming.
Like a wound inflicted in the peaceful flow of the river, it screams of pain and anger. The end of the world, aptly bearing the name of Garganta do diablo.
And a most hypnotic sight, from up, from down, from far, from close. Or breathtakingly from the sky.
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