Hundreds of Haitian women lined the road at the border with Dominican Republic, each one with a brightly coloured headscarf and a bulky package balanced on her head. Some seemed far too old to be carrying such loads, others were raw-boned girls barely into their teens, all waiting in a long queue to cross back into their country.
Wiry porters pushed red-rusted wheelbarrows with loads of soft drinks or yams so high they could barely peer over them. Younger men on motorised rickshaws revved impatiently, eager to deliver their loads and rush back for more before the border closed.
The people coming and going from the market in Dajabón were in a race against the clock to cart as much food
