The town had seen many grandiose East German and Russian development projects and five year plans, and are thus shabby and run down. The buildings date back to the bad, bad colonial era, as do most of the things still working. Every morning the town has to hand in its AK47's. It is that kind of town. And then the Administrator comes out.
Plenty pegmatites around.
With the war grinding to a halt, Renamo and Co. took a more active interest in the Gemstone deposits. The ferry didn't work, so we were all waiting for spares and fuel and things that glitter in the dark. The fight came from a long way off, and I saw it coming, even before it crossed the Zambezi. Now there was a gentleman of Italian descent, who had an active interest in young black maidens. If you open the door to his adjoining room at seven in the morning, you too would know about this.