In 1938 a hot blistering sun shone high and brightly in the blue afternoon sky. Below, the famous Iguazu river, widely snaked through the lush rainforest and fell over the steep ginormous drop crashing below into a rising mistful abyss just like it had done everyday for thousands of years before and just like it would do for another thousand years. The colourful tropical birds were singing in the trees but their songs were drowned out by the hefty roar of the wat...