Somewhere in the exotic Catalonia...
Three figures walk towards a little village. There is snow everywhere, and captain Mainwaring is slightly angry.
"Never, never again I'll let George to take care of the maps... Silly me..."
-Erm, uhm, er, sorry, sir...
"Talking about the devil...."
-Yes, George?
-I think I really know where we are, sir.
-Like the thousand times before you thought that you knew where we where but, in fact, you didn't? You mean that?
-Yes, sir! There is a sign there which reads "Camprodon". So it must be a name of a place.
-Or some kind of doom... That names sounds uncannily threatening, you know...
-Syndies?
-None here, sir Neville, don't worry.
-No Syndies Syndies?
-George, he needs another sip at his... I mean the other medicine, leave the hammer alone.
After a while, our three gallant heroes find a boarding house and, still covered by the snow, they enter into the room.
-Redéu! -a man shouts- Collons! Això es el Yeti, ponlomenus!
-Mmmh... London, we have a problem -captain Mainwaring thinks-. Anyone here speaks English?
Silence and only silence...
-By the corset of Sharon Stone... George, we must be quite close to the end of the world, a remote area, far away from any civilzed city... here..., wait!
An old man is looking at them, his eyes piercing at them, his gaze going through them. He looks as ancient as the cliffs of Dover.
-Well, let's see if I that old man speaks any civilized language.
Thus captain Mainwaring approaches the old man, sighs, and...
-Good morning, old man! My... My balls, what can I say... Good morning? Nothing... Bonjour? No? Gutten Morgen? Buenos días?
A fart comes out of the old man.
-Well... let's try... he seems to recognize the Spanish language... Buenos días? Está very far away la ciudad de Madrid? Fush... George, dou you speak Spanish?
-No, sir! Mommy doesn't let me talk with savages, you know!
-Oh gosh...
The old man keep his eyes fixed on the horizon.
-Old man... Where are we? ¿Dónde estar mi? A train station? Tren? Me querer ir a Madrid... Madrid...
Then the man answers:
-Caminare.
-Oh... Any idea where is the next village? El próximo pueblo? Tempo Strada? Deine Mutter ist eine Kartoffel?
-Camina.
-Caffettiera? I'm hungry. J'ai fam. Paella? Macarrones? Bread? Wine? That's hard... La plume de ma tante... Menjada, dinar, spesa d'albergo, tutti frutti? El perro de San Roque no tiene rabo?
-Marxa.
Mainwaring, of course, was a good Englishman, but that's was too much for him, so he lost his temper.
-To hell with him! George, pack your things and get sir Nev moving, we're getting out of here! -he said, moving to George with an angered face and waving his arms- That's a f*...
-Follow the street and turn to the left when you arrive to the bridge, then, walk for an hour and ten minutes and you'll find the train station. Turn to the left and not to the right, because to the right there is a deep ravine, and I don't think you can fly, you Barbarian monkey...
-What the fuss?!?!?! And why the heck are you answering me now, and now the very first time I asked you?
-I had to see which was your pace when walking, you silly foreigner, to tell you how long it would take you to arrive to the train station. Oh, the tourists...
-Bugger...