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Honeymoon Survival
Ah, love. That magical, intoxicating force that makes otherwise sane people do insane things. Like getting married. Or worse—going on a backpacking honeymoon in Namibia without so much as a proper map or a working compass.
But hey, I’m Mojo Cruise, your desert-dwelling, dune-conquering, slightly overdressed camel mascot with the wisdom of a thousand sandstorms and the fashion sense of a Hollywood reject. And today, dear reader, I bring you a tale from the dust-covered trenches of tourism gone hilariously sideways. A tale of two newlyweds, one ill-fated tent, and a baboon named Steve who might’ve been the real villain all along.
Let’s just say… if marriage is about compromise, this couple learned that lesson while being chased by a lioness through a dry riverbed.
Romantic? Sure. Memorable? Absolutely. Recommended? Only if you like your vows seasoned with adrenaline, mosquito bites, and sarcasm.
Where it all began
It all started when Brad and Chloe—or as I now lovingly refer to them, “The Dusty Doormats”—rolled into Windhoek with more enthusiasm than sense. Fresh off their wedding, still dizzy from champagne and post-ceremony bliss, they had visions of a rugged African adventure. No luxury resorts. No guided tours. Just them, a rented tent, and a very poorly downloaded PDF titled “How to Survive the Wilds of Namibia in 5 Easy Steps.”
Spoiler alert: none of those steps involved checking the weather forecast.
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Now, I’ve seen many tourists attempt the backpack route. Some succeed. Some get "eaten". Most end up at my Camel Car Hire booth, begging for GPS and bug spray. But these two—they were special. Not because they were brave. No, not at all. They were special because they were utterly unprepared.
They showed up wearing matching khaki outfits that screamed National Geographic rejects , carrying a backpack each, and armed with what appeared to be a laminated list of romantic clichés. Number one was “Sleep under the stars,” which sounds lovely until you realize that in the Namib Desert, the stars come with scorpions, spiders the size of your thumb, and creatures that chirp at night like they’re auditioning for a horror movie soundtrack.
I tried to warn them. Gently. Through metaphor. “You know,” I said, adjusting my sunglasses with a casual flick of my hoof, “the desert doesn’t care how cute your engagement ring is.”
Brad chuckled. “We’ve got this, Mojo. We did our research!”
Chloe nodded. “We watched a YouTube video.”
And with that, they vanished into the golden haze of the Namibian horizon, two lovebirds flying straight into a flock of ostriches, literally.
Their first stop was Sossusvlei. Beautiful place. Majestic red dunes. Endless skies. Also, blistering heat. Unfortunately, Brad and Chloe had packed sunscreen rated for cloudy days in London. By noon, both resembled overcooked lobsters with delusions of grandeur.
“I think I’m melting,” Chloe wheezed, slapping aloe gel on her nose like frosting on a birthday cake.
Brad, ever the optimist, replied, “At least we’ll melt together.”
Romantic? Yes. Intelligent? Debatable.
That night, they pitched their tent near Sesriem Canyon. Which would’ve been fine, except they didn’t realize that “near” meant “within stalking distance of a pride of lions.” Around midnight, they were rudely awakened by a low, rumbling growl that sounded suspiciously like nature’s version of a wake-up call.
“Is that... a lion?” Chloe whispered.
“No way,” Brad said. “Probably a dog.”
“A dog that weighs 200 kilograms?”
A shadow passed by their tent. Then another. Then something sniffed.
Chloe grabbed her shoe and held it like a weapon. Brad grabbed his phone and Googled “how to survive a lion attack.”
The top result? “Don’t outrun a lion. Outfight it.”
Chloe: “Are you kidding me?”
Brad: “Well, we can try screaming louder than it roars.”
Chloe: “What if that works?”
Brad: “Then we die loudly.”
Eventually, the lions lost interest and wandered off. Probably because even predators need therapy after dealing with human drama.
By morning, the couple emerged from their tent looking like survivors of a war zone. Their hair was matted, their clothes were inside out, and their eyes had the haunted look of people who had stared into the abyss—and the abyss had stared back.
Still, they pressed on. Because love. And also because they hadn’t yet realized that Google Maps doesn’t work in the middle of the desert.
Next stop: Swakopmund. A charming coastal town known for its German architecture, quirky museums, and—most importantly—internet cafes. Here, Brad and Chloe attempted to regroup. They bought better sunscreen, upgraded their water supply, and vowed to never sleep outside again unless it came with a five-star rating and room service.
They even booked a guesthouse for two nights. It was cozy. Quaint. Had Wi-Fi. And a shower that worked.
They strolled along the foggy Atlantic shore in matching woolly jumpers (bought in desperation from a souvenir shop), tried bizarre but delicious street food like dried mopane worms (Chloe spat hers out; Brad claimed he liked it for "authenticity points"), and even took a shaky dune boarding lesson that ended with both of them tumbling into a sand drift like a pair of confused penguins. It was here, amidst the salty breeze and German bakeries, that they laughed the hardest since arriving—realizing that maybe, just maybe, the best parts of their honeymoon weren’t going to be picture-perfect, but gloriously, hilariously imperfect.
But then came the baboons.
From the quick luxury intervention they moved onto their next "stay" which after personal convictions and determination to finish how they planned to celebrate their union seemed like the right thing to do.
See, Swakopmund is close to the Erongo Mountains, where wild baboons roam free and have zero respect for personal space or marital harmony.
While hiking the "moon" valley scapes and surrounding mountainous wonders towards their cam site , Brad and Chloe encountered a troop of primates lounging near a cliffside trail. One particularly judgmental-looking baboon approached their backpack and began rifling through it like he was auditioning for a reality show called Hoarders: Jungle Edition .
Chloe gasped. “He’s stealing our snacks!”
Brad tried to shoo him away. “Hey! Get lost!”
The baboon responded by baring his teeth, snarling, and pulling out a packet of beef jerky like he’d just won the lottery.
Chloe: “Do something!”
Brad: “Like what? Call animal control?”
Chloe: “Yell louder!”
So Brad yelled. The baboon yelled back. Then three more baboons joined in, forming what can only be described as a furry riot squad.
In the chaos, Brad accidentally knocked over a cactus. Chloe tripped over a rock. And somehow, the baboon king ended up with both their passports.
They spent the next hour chasing monkeys through the bush, yelling things like “Give us back our future!” and “We paid extra for expedited processing!”
Eventually, they recovered everything except their dignity.
From there, things went from mildly chaotic to full-blown comedy of errors.
In Etosha National Park, they tried to spot wildlife from their rented 4x4 (which, coincidentally, was once driven by yours truly during a test drive).
But instead of elephants and rhinos, they mostly saw a lot of dust, a few antelope, and one confused zebra that looked like it had been Photoshopped into existence.
They stopped for a picnic lunch. Big mistake. Within minutes, a swarm of flies descended upon them like paparazzi at a celebrity divorce.
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Chloe: “Why are there so many bugs?”
Brad: “Maybe they heard we’re newlyweds and want to witness the romance.”
Chloe: “This is why we eloped.”
Later that afternoon, they got lost. Again. This time, thanks to a misread sign and a satnav that decided to take a nap mid-sentence.
After driving in circles for two hours, they pulled over and argued about whose fault it was.
Chloe: “You said ‘turn left’!”
Brad: “You said ‘no, turn right’!”
Chloe: “Because you were wrong!”
Brad: “You’re always contradicting me!”
Chloe: “Only when you’re wrong!”
Brad: “Which is... often?”
Chloe: “Yes.”
They paused. Then burst into laughter.
Because here’s the thing about surviving a rough patch with someone: sometimes, all it takes is realizing that yes, you both messed up—but you’re still in it together.
But just when they thought things couldn’t get worse, they arrived at the Okavango Delta region. Which, by the way, is beautiful. Unless you’re allergic to mosquitoes, frogs, and the concept of personal space.
They stayed in a rustic campsite surrounded by water, reeds, and the occasional crocodile lurking beneath the surface like a lazy assassin.
One evening, while trying to cook dinner over a fire, Chloe spilled boiling water on her hand.
Brad: “Are you okay?”
Chloe: “No! I’m going to need aloe vera and a therapist!”
Brad: “I told you not to use the kettle.”
Chloe: “You told me to boil water!”
Brad: “With caution!”
Chloe: “You didn’t say that part!”
And thus began the Great Kettle Argument of Year One.
Meanwhile, a skunk wandered into their campsite. Unbothered. Smug. Like it owned the place.
Brad pointed. “Uh. There’s a skunk.”
Chloe: “Oh no.”
Brad: “Should we move?”
Chloe: “Too late.”
Silence fell.
Then the unmistakable scent hit them like a punchline.
Chloe: “Well. At least we’ll remember this.”
Brad: “Even if we forget everything else.”
By the time they reached Damaraland, they were sunburnt, smelly, exhausted, and covered in bug bites. But somewhere between dodging baboons and arguing over directions, they had forged a new kind of bond. One built not on grand gestures, but on shared suffering, sarcastic banter, and the occasional mutual eye-roll.
Last leg
They didn’t have roses or champagne. They didn’t have spa treatments or candlelit dinners. But they had survived Namibia.
And that, dear reader, is the real definition of commitment.
So, on their final day, they stood atop a hill overlooking the vast expanse of red earth and endless sky. And without ceremony, they took each other’s hands and said:
“We may not have planned this. We may have forgotten half the rules. But somehow... we made it.”
And in that moment, they renewed their vows—not in front of guests or cameras, but in front of the wind, the sun, and a very confused ostrich watching from a distance.
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Wisdom from the Dunes
Listen, lovebirds. If you're planning a trip to Namibia—especially a self-drive or backpacking adventure—here's the gospel according to Mojo:
Read the Rules: Seriously. Namibia has some unique travel laws. Respect them. Wildlife doesn't care if you're newlywed or not.
Pack Smart: Sunscreen, insect repellent, water, and a functioning GPS should be your best friends.
Communication is Key: Especially when you're lost, hungry, and being stalked by a lion.
Laugh Often: Marriage is a journey. Sometimes it comes with baboons. Roll with it.
Rent a Reliable Vehicle: From Camel Car Hire, preferably. We don’t bite. Well, unless provoked.
✨ Fun Facts
🙊Baboons in Namibia are smarter than most tourists. And sassier.
🏜️The Namib Desert is the oldest desert in the world. It’s been around since before your great-great-grandparents met.
🦨Skunks in Africa don’t smell quite like their North American cousins. But they will still ruin your day.
🦁You cannot outrun a lion. Don’t try it. Even if you're motivated by love.
✅Mojo’s Safety Quote
“Always pack extra water, sunscreen, and patience. The desert gives nothing freely — except maybe blisters.” – Mojo Cruise -
"Adventure is worthwhile in itself — but always remember, the best stories are written by those who come home safely." – Mojo Cruise -
"The desert doesn’t forgive ignorance, but it does appreciate a good sense of humor."
- Mojo Cruise -
Stay safe out there, lovebirds. And if you see a baboon named Steve... send him my regards.
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