Duncan’s jalopy But lo and behold it was coming from the Jeep. I had been nursing this ancient jalopy as I was well aware it was past its prime. But now it became increasingly sluggish and after another 10km or so it petered to a stop without a whimper – just outside Borradaile Trust old age home, a few kilometres from Marondera town. Smoke billowed from beneath the bonnet, which was alarmingly hot to my touch – really bad news! My wife and I we…
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