The translation hasn't got any better but we manage to fix the problem with the room prices.
So we spend the afternoon in a café. For evening gala dinner we have to drive again to some place. Far away and dark. And cold. First there's not enough chairs and tables. Then the sound system attacks us. Bread is hard like stone and David falls through the chair. Music is too loud to talk. Too much food. Smells of donkey. Compulsory dancing. Luckily David finds a bar where it is quiet, warm and we get some coffee. We're not allowed to leave before 3 am.