An apology of sorts (although during the apology we were still being referred to as lying bigots) and an explanation that ‘she’ used to be a ‘he’. There were so many inconsistencies in the tales of medical and personal strife that I think everyone at this point had started to feel that this wasn’t over. Still we were all surprised when the shouting started again at 10pm. I woke Sarah up, the American was sitting in her tent ranting to herself. This went on for 3hrs, and continued again at around 4am for a few hours. By this point we’d all started to feel pretty unsafe. We’re in the wilderness, in a tent, with an upset and crazy 'lady' who hates our guts, no one knows if she may get violent. There are knifes, and lighters in the kitchen. Kept imagining her appearing in the tent window, brandishing a knife, pyscho style.
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