Great Leader Shaka of the Zulu waits patiently in the Great Hall... the city has been abuzz since noon as word of distant and exotic lands as witnessed by the 4th expedition of Intombe spreads. Any moment now.. any moment the doors will swing open to stories of strange customs and unheard of flora and fauna... and perhaps crucial military information.... yes, any time soon..
.....whoooosh! clank! Shaka stands upright to greet his brave subjects.
"Shaka, oh mighty ruler! We bring great news of riches to our north! Ski resorts as far as the eye can see! Vast mountains of what we have tentatively entitled "ski lifts" and lush, snow capped pine!"
Shaka: "This is... indeed... interesting news. Is our claim to these fields of wonder contentious? If so, how long do we have to send our Alpine Impi Division?"
"They are yours Shaka, but the Zulu must be swift... we caught sight of an Australian contingent of elite Croc Hunters and they bore what could only be.... TABOGGANS."
Shaka: "Oh cruel mistress of time! Let us make haste!"