Cambodia - The pharmacist shaman
At a bookstore in Phnom Penh, we find out some interesting Cambodian cultural titbits: avoid closing business deals on Wednesdays as it brings bad luck; when a cat gives birth people dry and keep the cat placenta in their house for good luck; and it's common for Cambodians to seek the help of a shaman when they are unwell. The latter of course interests me the most. These shamans are called kru in Khmer, derived from the Sanskrit word for teacher 'guru'. The guide book continues “... don't be disturbed if the kru spits on and rubs saliva over your face.” Sounds like an intriguing story for WellAroundTheWorld, so we set out on our mission to find a kru.
In Siem Reap we hire a tuk-tuk driver for multiple days to visit Angkor Wat, Banteay Srei and the other breathtaking sites of the ancient Khmer empire. As we get to know our driver Mr L, we stir the conversation towards health and eventually ask him whether he knows a kru. He is surprised about this request but agrees to take us to one.
A little bit of background: Mr L is 32 years old and a farmer. He is married and has four daughters. His wife takes care of the farm and he contributes to the family income operating a tuk-tuk mostly for tourists. He's been a tuk-tuk driver for seven years and local English classes have helped him to become fluent for his day-to-day business. His fashionable glasses and fluent English let him appear more educated and worldly than he actually is. Mr L took his first pill at age 18. He's only had one experience with needles, that was one year ago when he was given infusions for malaria.
Mr L tells us about the options for treating a health problem for local Cambodians: “When you have money, you go to the hospital. When you don't have money, you go and see a kru. Children are different, we can take them to the local Children's hospital. That is free of charge, but a farmer like me can only afford the kru.”
As we are sitting in the tuk-tuk full of anticipation, James and I envision dark alley ways, a place tucked away from the hustle and bustle of the touristy streets of Siem Reap, pots full of herbal medicine boiling over wood fires, strange smells, and a chanting kru performing the spitting ritual.
When Mr L pulls off to the curbside, we stand in front of what looks like a normal pharmacy. Maybe it's got a second room inside where the 'magic' takes place?
Nothing.
It's a normal pharmacy selling Western medicine. The most exotic thing we find is chicken essence soup cubes. What's has happened? Did he misunderstand our request?
Mr L tells us: “This kru is really good. I explain to him what I have and he gives me medicine. Last time I came here I had an upset stomach. I got a tablet and felt better within a couple of days. He is number one kru. I used to go to a different one, but he wasn't any good. This kru is the best.
To Mr L, there is no difference between a pharmacist trained in western medicine and a kru who administers herbal medicines and other rituals. To him, a kru is simply someone who gives you advice and helps you get better. Kind of makes sense, but we can't help being disappointed that we missed out on the kru experience that we had imagined.

