So this is why people here don’t like to seek health care at an institution, I thought to myself, my head experiencing extreme whiplash as the Chirag jeep bounced continuously across a rocky, one-car path curving across the hillside. It got worse as we tried to cross a patch of road that was laid with jagged rocks, as if someone tried to “pave” the dirt with the materials they had on the mountain. The 12 kilometer drive took at least an hour and a half, and by the end, I am pretty sure I could have walked faster than the car was driving. Eventually we stopped when the path was only wide enough for people to walk through. Dr. Daya, Durga-ji (the nurse midwife), Kunti-ji (the Chirag health worker and my host mother), the pharmacist, the dentist, Marie (the German nurse-student), Balthazar (the French observer), the driver, the translator, Caro…
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