On The Outside, Looking In...

It's quite dark now...and cold.
I swat at an inquisitive mosquito as I watch my fellow campers. They go about their various activities oblivious to my observation.
They have been on the island almost two hours now. Technically speaking, it is not an island but a finger like extension of the mainland, but since we took a boat here, I guess "island" is the logical way to think of it. But that is beside the point.
Most of the room's sixteen occupants are within, either lying or sitting on their beds, staring into space. A few are conspicuously absent from the scene, up to some unknown mischief in the gathering night outside, like me. The braver ones make tentative conversation with the other roomies, many of whom are seeing each other for the first time.
Mosquito nets hang from the ceiling like cousins to Casper, casting shadows all around the room, obscuring facial expressions.
They are all generally down, probably drained after the tension of the crossing in some flimsy looking wooden craft that threatened to damp us all in the lake with each wave...but more likely I'd attribute the crestfallen faces to the recent announcement that the hosts had forgotten to transport blankets across from the mainland!
The beds looking pathetically naked with their neatly spread floral sheets...it's a girls' cabin, you see. Two, however, boast blankets; one carried hers along, the other got one from God-knows-where on the island...
There's the one who's discovered her second digital camera is missing...probably left among the life jackets which are already en route to the mainland...
Then there's the one lying on her side, knees to chest, arms tightly wrapped around her knees... is she just cold, or in pain? More likely the latter... Maybe physical-dysmenorrhoea or plain old tummy upset-or emotional (girls, remember?)...
There's the one who looks like she owns the place...or is about to. She doesn't have the prevalent timid look. Rather, the way with which her eyes scan the room, not afraid to make eye contact clearly points her out to be an "adaptor", the kind of person who takes every possible situation in stride...
Okay, it's getting too cold to keep this up much longer...
Actually, I'm giving up now 'coz a mosquito the size of a wasp just gave me a convincing reason to get indoors fast...