In a suprisingly short amount of time for someone only about six inches tall, Charlie arrived in the Falkland Islands. Getting off the boat at Stanley, he streched and was almost trod on. Diving out of the way just in time, he decided to book himself into a hotel for the night and look for kaffee tomorrow.
Booking a room was hard. Entering hundreds upon hundereds of hotels, all with 'DESIRE THE RIGHT' emblazoned in huge lettering above the reception desk for no apparent reason (Charlie found out later that it was the Falkland Islands' motto) he was forced to the conclusion that none of the receptionists knew any German.
"Ich möchte ein hotelzimmer, für eine nacht, bitte."
"Pardon?"
"Was?"
"Uhm... Ich... nein... speak... German."
"Geschweige denn. Danke."
In the end, he found a small/big/luxury hotel, and bedded down for the night.
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