Many, many years ago, some of the greater poachers used to camp permanently on the island. Whenever they would see the Law approaching in that rather remote place, they would shift the beacon on the Island. Depending on the side from which the Law would be coming, of course. These days it is rather more difficult moving International African Borders. The beacon is a lot bigger as well, especially.
Instability is part of the region, with a smouldering war in the surroundings.
It was not my favourite place, meeting someone at that time at that beacon. Word had come though, and it was not the kind which you let go by. It had all begun with those Anti-Aids campaigns, going up North in Mozambique. I cannot exactly remember how it had started, but the Italian United Nations were still around. A lot of their equipment was being lost, vehicles as well.