The guide said the heart of the guy who lost his head was placed on that platter the Choc Mool is holding...The priests would start chanting and a Jaguar would come out of the jungle and eat the heart...
When I was there, a guy was trekking alone through the jungle there, stringing up a hammock at night. He’d slept in the park and heard jaguars.
I thought, “No, you heard jaguars say, ‘Dinner!’”