Such interesting faces. A red mark in the hairline means you are married. The white lines mean her husband has died.
The 3 young women were translators –lifesavers for communication. They learned much from the experience as well, I imagine.
It was the last day of clinic. There were 5-6 drop in OB cases because the district hospital closed down for several days due to infection. One patient had undiagnosed 34 wk twins. As we prepped for all potential complications, she disappeared with her midwife. I guess they will do a home birth. Crazy.


We crossed the border into India at Kakkrbitta and crossed the Mechi river bridge to Raniganj, a whole new world of color, rickshaws, vendors–a mass of humanity. Then up the barely two lane, winding road–up and up into the foggy mist, hillside villages and tea gardens built into the steep cliffs to Darjeeling.
Women construction workers.
Buddhist monks, great shopping, and meals. A British hill station where many speak English, a fabulous bookstore, amazing zoo, crowded, narrow alley markets up and down the steep hills. Great for the quads.