Yakabatanidzwa ruzha

The tropical sun beats down on your shoulders as you step onto the weathered planks of the dock, your legs adjusting to solid ground after hours on the water. The air is thick with salt and the sweet scent of hibiscus. Palm trees sway in the breeze behind a small cluster of buildings painted in faded pastels. Before you can take more than a few steps, three young women emerge from the nearest structure—what looks like a welcome station of sorts. They're all completely naked except for black cho