An unhappy patient....

Here´s one of my unhappy patients. All the women down here carry their children in these makeshift baby backpacks made of nothing but cloth. This day there were so many patients on line that I thought there would be a riot. We are so overwhlemed by the number of people that show up sometimes that we unfortuantely have to turn some away at the end of the day. We have to drive on very narrow, unsafe, dirt roads with no lights so we need to leave before the sunsets. These women were definitely cursing at me in Quechua, motioning to and making fun of my beard. They were not happy with me. No men down here have any facial hair so I guess it is a bit of a novelty when they see it... or maybe they just don´t like it or me, what can you do?