And so, the indomitable steamer carrying our plucky heroes sailed down to the Belgian Congo in one of those cool travel montages with a line moving across a map. They arrived at the seaport of Banana, and yes, that's a real place. Google it.
Anyway, Newt, Tina, Jacob, and Nagini disembarked from their ship and headed into town. Despite being in the tropics, the place looked cold and bleak, with no local color whatsoever and all the men wearing gray suits for some reason. However, this made the story seem dark and edgy, so you must agree it was the right choice creatively.
"So, how are we going to find this lost city?" asked Jacob, who had apparently not thought to ask that question at any point during their entire voyage.
Unfortunately, it turned out no one else had thought of that either. Just as they were wondering what to do, Newt's Niffler got loose somehow and started running towards the place where the plot needed them to be. Said place was a nearby wizarding bar full of various wacky patrons, including both Belgian and Congolese wizards. It turns out wizards never did colonialism, so the Belgian and Congolese wizards were all friends. And if you're wondering whether Muggle-born Congolese wizards are okay with the way Belgian Muggles treat Congolese Muggles, you're going to keep wondering that because it's never explained. This is canon now.
Anyway, no sooner had Newt caught his Niffler again, he spotted a certain man sitting at the bar. Newt froze heroically. The man at the bar was none other than his nemesis, the evil beast hunter Gunnar Grimmson!