At the edge of Great Mother, the sand desert surrounding West-African states of Waga, Wonga & Wingo. The Lost Hope Cafe serves as a midpoint and meeting point for the traders, smugglers, jugglers, snakecharmers and charters heading up to the north across the Great Mother. Most of them are colorfully armed with muskets, scythes, axes, hatchets, clubs and knives.

   The place is known as "Timbuktu of 3rd Millenium", statement which carries on the myth of keeping the tales of truth (news) and the tales of lie (street-corner-legends) at the same track; mixed with dervishish illusions and assassinating humor. The 1st edition of the lone planet´s survival kit did contain some whulabala of these tales, not a single true line.

   Lost Hope is standing at the edge of the desert with three walls and one blue canvas. Electricity is naga, but an open stove in the middle serves as a warmer and cooker. Sand is kept outside by feeding the chicken inside. A lone violin, melancholic guitar, talking drums and a sad toned harp is heard at the cafe. Words spoken here are never really understood, because twentythree tribal dialects spoken here are not known anywhere else.

   No signpost of the Lost Hope Cafe is found, only a sign telling WgnWogonde, which has nothing to do with Hope. The name of the cafe survives only in modern oral tradition among the Great Motherian traders.


  No coffee served, only tea, yage, the meat of goat and lamb, and white rice. Also some of the black market products are openly sold at the cafe: black stout in tincans, black opium and black hashish from Asia, black whores from the Central-African states, and black ashtree aphrodosiacs from South-America. Black Menu is only available after sunset.