Hiking, unable to communicate in a cafeteria

I'm hiking in the New England mountains by myself early in the morning. I make good time walking down from a peak I had climbed the previous day and stop to take pictures of a valley. It's a rural residential area. I wonder why I came back down the way I came and decide I must have wanted to hitchhike from the road to a more interesting part of the trail.

I'm among many people who seem to be attending a fair. My old band is playing, I'm glad to see friends I haven't seen in a long time. I have to fill out several pages of paperwork for an unknown reason. I drop the paperwork off at a long row of folding tables and sit on a toilet which is one of many in a line parallel to the row of tables. An attractive woman finishes next to me, it takes me a long time to finish and I have to wipe with leaves.

I'm now in a cafeteria beyond the row of tables. I realize I only have $11 and this must last the rest of my hike. Nobody in the cafeteria speaks English. The cafeteria is closing and I'm having difficulty communicating that I need to buy something hardy for little money.

I'm walking outside the cafeteria in a war zone. The narrator is explaining that it's thought the bomber from an ethnic tribe infiltrated a rival ethnic tribe as he shared physical characteristics which could pass as the rival tribe and filled out fraudulant paperwork.