I always had a stereotypical notion of the perfect honeymoon: sandy beaches, scuba diving adventures, perhaps jetting off to somewhere exotic like Zanzibar. It never occurred to me that travelling locally, that camping or even gravel trails could make for a dream honeymoon. For my husband, the latter defined perfection, and so that was what we did. Providently.
We set our sights on the Epupa Falls, in remote northwestern Namibia, during the sweltering month of December. Departing from Windhoek, our bakkie was loaded to the brim, much to my husband's frustration at having so much to pack for a mere 10-day journey. He made the executive decision to forgo mattresses to accommodate essentials: beer, gin and other chilled
