This was my first real inkling that shit was gon na turn ugly , and soon . I was angry that I was stranded , angry that an old man just got hurt , angry that I was hungry , angry that I could have still been in the mountains avoiding this mess , and angry that I would not be doing my volunteer work . Harboring anger is rarely good , but on this afternoon it was what I needed .
I was alone on the other side of the world at a volatile and potentially dangerous time , but I am sure I had a look on my face that said `` stay the hell away from me . ''
Emotion: Anger