He didn’t have a phone number or and address, so with just the name of a village I boarded a steaming bus in the Yucatán to find him. Enquiring in towns along the way, I was gradually shepherded by townsfolk to his home. This kind man is a traditional Mayan healer, a role which he inherited from his father. He was gracious enough to spend time discussing ancient healing rituals, passed down in the region for centuries, which served to restore balance in both body and mind in the largely ethnic Maya population. Sadly, demand for his knowledge has plummeted in the community, without a younger person to pass down the practice, he thinks he might be the last of his line.