Tall weeds cover the narrow gauge track, making the train slip constantly. Dirt from the sidings is dug up and sprinkled on the rails to create traction for the giant to roll again. This gauge, because of its age, does not exist anywhere else in Africa. It is in appalling shape. The monkey jack is well worked, constantly putting the train back on to the rails.
Carriages come free of their holdings and have in some way to be attached to the rest of the train.
A piece of wood will suffice for a pin, usually a piece of driftwood lying at the side of the tracks. The driver, with pride, steers the train up hills and the assistant, black from the soot of coal dust, labours to shovel enough coal for the beast's appetite. In the evening rest comes for everybody involved, including the engine. A Pullman hotel is created in the middle of the bush. Music blares, people chat and lovers disappear into the bush.