9.09.2017 In the afternoon, I grabbed a cab for Las Pozas, the jungle-drowned remains of a concrete wonderland built by wealthy aristocrat artist Sir Edward James. My cab driver spoke no English but we communicated enough to find out he’d had little work when I said “Mucho trabajo?” He shook his head and answered “poquito”, then I gleaned “lluvia Katia”, “escuela” and “tourista” to understand why. As we rolled up the muddy, rocky road to Las Pozas, he said “mucho agua mañana”