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Traditional Thai Healing Meets Motorbike Exhaust Burns
Dear Savvy Traveler,
I recently listened to Anne-Marie Ruff's story about searching for traditional healers in northern
Thailand. I, too, had an experience with a Thai healer.
I was in northern Thailand, northwest of Chiang Mai, and found myself with an infected motorbike
exhaust burn on my right calf from riding with shorts on. I had it cleaned at the hospital straight
away, but it hung around for ages -- not too painful, but not really improving much either.
One day I was out walking in the forests and rice fields around where we were staying. I met an old
man from one of the local tribes carrying wood he had just cut. There were about 10 poles, all at
least 10 feet long. He was having difficulty keeping them all together, so I helped him. We each
shouldered one end of the bundle and set off.
After about a mile, the route to his destination diverged from mine, so I gestured to show him that
I couldn't go on. He was thanking me (I assume) when he noticed the bandage on my leg. He indicated
that he wanted to see the wound. I unwrapped it, and when I'd managed to explain how it had happened,
he crouched down and began to chant. As he chanted, he waved his hand over the wound and blew gently
all over it. Then he made me repeat his words. I got him to write them down in his language --
which wasn't Thai -- and then I wrote the sounds down phonetically to help me remember them.
We said our goodbyes and went our separate ways. Soon afterwards the infection cleared up completely.
When I next went to Chiang Mai, I went to the university library to see if I could find someone to
translate the chant for me. No luck. However, I did learn that the language was that of the Karen
ethnic group, one of the largest hill tribe groups in the Burma-Thailand-Laos border area.
I carried the words and my phonetic version with me faithfully for many years. The writing got so
faded I went over it in pen occasionally so as not to lose it altogether. Ultimately, I lost the
paper, which upsets me a bit because I would really like to know what the healer was saying. At
least I still have the memory of two people from completely different worlds working together in a
small, simple way. I helped him, he helped me. I'm sure I got the better deal.
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