And so to Bulawayo, on a wing and a beer

“I still need to pinch myself that everything is real. I’ve had a magical period.” – Corbin Bosch

Telford Vice / Tangier

A horde of South Africans gathered in a glorious garden on a golden summer evening in the plush London neighbourhood of Kensington last month. Some of them were slightly under the weather, a bit dusty, slightly foxed. In plain English, hungover. And well they might have been.

“We’re going to get very drunk,” Kyle Verreynne had warned the previous afternoon. In other...