We took off from Buenos Aires and climbed out over the brown ocean, the subject of a heated discussion with a taxi driver a few days prior. "It is a RIVER, not an ocean", he said somewhat angrily, staring at me in the rear view mirror. Perhaps he'd never taken this flight or looked at a map. This was clearly an ocean and still very brown, no doubt due to the sediments being dumped into it by the Uruguay river. Within minutes we were following the river north.and there was a grid work of farms on either side, some greener than others, which eventually gave way to thick, misty jungle. Below us were Paraguay, Argentina and Brazil - fit together like a jigsaw puzzle and near the point where the three meet, a torrent of water surges over jagged cliffs to create the most spectacular falls you're likely to see in your lifetime.
