Lost in Translation

After the day's pampering in the mud bath, I had worked up quite an appetite. We arrived back at Memento a little bit late by local standards, just before 8pm. There was little sign of activity in the place and most of the lights were out. We managed to find two members of the staff and we told them that we would like some dinner. There was a confused look on their faces and so I resorted to doing a Basil Fawlty type impressions of someone eating. Suddenly a look of understanding came across their faces and they set off purposely in the opposite direction of the restaurant area and into the dark night. A few minutes later they triumphantly re-appeared out of the gloom with beaming smiles and handed me a couple of toothbrushes!!! They seemed a little displeased when we burst out laughing. Following a further, but more detailed Basil Fawltyesque impression they understood what we wanted. They did not seem to eager to feed us. Nearly everything we wanted was not available - probably thinking we were eating out that night, the staff probably whooped it up and ate everything for themselves. A little later a reasonable dinner of fish with rice and vegetables was served up but curiously there was no beer available....maybe the staff had drunk all that too?