How do the women of Johannesburg satisfy themselves while their Boer hubbies are out on safari? They trek out to the highvelt, strip, and, under the blazing Afrikaner sun, stalk the wild lesbian game that is hiding under every bush. Naked on the rocks, their pasty forms contrast poorly against the majesty of the landscape and one can't help worrying about their prolonged exposure to the elements. It's only when a real shantytown babe makes the scene that the beads fall into place. She has a a gourd-like figure rarely seen outside of National Geographic. Cooling her high steatopygic buttocks in the shade of a Tamboti tree, she douses her brown dugs with bottled water, attracting a spindly white lady. Her civil manner and jolly accent offers the frail colonialist irresistibly comforting sensations in this forbidding clime.