They were around 4 of them, and they kept telling us how mean we were for mocking their language. They called to our conscience, and we felt guilty. It was horrible.I am looking forward to this moment, how bad can it be? I once had a nice conversation with an upset Scotsman and I haven't understand a word, but smiling is always very helpful
Then they started to speak in welsh.
It was even worse.
I think I heard someone cry. Or perhaps it was a welsh cat.