The Earth

Seeking and harvesting wild and cultivated (long escaped) Ginger in the earth of Toledo District, Belize, Central America. Along the fencerows of Oxlaju Inn grow, in wetter times, Yellow, White, Red and Torch Gingers. The yellow I seek for spicing and seasoning.
Soils here are of a completely different substance than elsewhere I have lived. The top soil has a square-ish dice like texture when dry, and when wet, allows the rains to just pass through unencumbered. Some days in the rainy season, (this is true Rain Forest) rains exceed twenty inches overnight. Morning comes, and on this place not even a puddle remains as witness.
Beneath the surface are two layers of clay. The first, red or Yellow, looks like the clay in all the world, but if shoveled out onto a bank it falls into those same square pieces, like spilling a Yahtzee cup.
Farther down the clay is a gray and heavy subsoil, with just the same difference as the yellow. Internal consistency, internal fortitude, forces it into dice like pieces moments after removed from the excavation.
There is a small city on this land, buried beneath the newest top soils and decaying trees. A Mayan site on the tail of the acreage here. Finding it while searching the gingers out. At least four large buildings of stone wait for a shovel and time to see the sun again.