So, if you are super scared of spiders then it is probably best for you to stop reading now. But, if you want a bit of a laugh and like to be a little horrified then definitely keep reading.
I’ve been lucky enough to have been to the Okavango Delta a few times and have had all kinds of different experiences each time. Generally trips to the Okavango Delta are peaceful and exciting. Gliding through the waterways on a mokoro (a local wooden dug-out canoe), listening to the ripples of the water whilst keeping an eye out for elephants on the river banks. You will also often spot hippos lounging around in the water or crocs sunbathing. Occasionally you will get little visitors in the mokoros, such as a tiny frog or a little spindly spider.
So when I arrived in the Okavango Delta again, I felt very prepared and thought I knew exactly what I was in for. I’m not going to name names or mention where I was staying or which company I was with at the time, as this experience did not really have anything to do with them. I do however feel that our guide could definitely have managed the situation better and should have acted better to our reactions but this does leave me with a very interesting story. I don’t wish this experience on anyone and everyone I have told says it is their worst nightmare.
As I mentioned, I am very well travelled and am generally quite an experienced traveller and actually own my own pet leopard gecko so deal with bugs daily. I am also the house spider catcher so it takes a lot to phase me. I grew up in the countryside and playing with bugs was one of my favorite past times.
On this particular trip I was with my friend and we had already been in the Okavango for a few days. On arrival at the airstrip for this particular camp in the Okavango Delta we received a lovely welcome from our guide like always. This camp is located on an island and as part of the welcome experience, you enter the camp by travelling via mokoro around the island rather than driving to it. Our guide gave us a short safety talk and one of the things he said was ‘Just so you know, small insects such as spiders might fall into the mokoro’. From previous experiences, this was very normal and they were usually just small spiders that you could lift out of the mokoro. My friend was scared of spiders and I managed to reassure her about it from my own experiences. I also volunteered to sit in the front so that if anything fell in, it would fall on me first.
On the short 10 minute ride to the camp there were no dramas, just lots of excitement about arriving at camp. The plan was to spend the night at the camp before heading out into the delta the next day for a night in the bush on an uninhabited island. This meant taking full advantage of the working toilets and showers as well as the beds for tonight.
Bright and early the next morning my friend and I gathered all of our belongings and headed to the dock where our guide was packing the mokoros ready for our trip deep into the Okavango. On my first trip to Africa back in 2012 I camped all over the continent so I was excited to experience it again.
The mokoro was being poled by our guide, I was sat in front and my friend in the back. It was so peaceful and I felt very relaxed and was soaking in the warm sun. We glided along the ready-made waterways for about an hour and it was very similar to the other mokoro experiences I have had in the past. After a while we started travelling ‘off road’ as we had to go deeper into the delta to get to the island we were going to be staying on for the night. Going ‘off road’ meant that instead of travelling along the ready-made waterways that the hippos made, we were pushing our own way through the reeds which was a little trickier.
It started to get a little more interesting and a good change of scenery as it felt a little more adventurous. At this stage, I was sat upright, rather than in my usual laid-back position. I was taking everything in when all of a sudden I felt something cover my face….I wiped it off and realised it was a spider web. I looked down and saw a huge spider on my collar bone and quickly brushed it off before my friend noticed. As I did that, I looked up and noticed that we were basically entering golden orb webbed spider heaven and we were gliding right towards them. As we were travelling through the usually uninterrupted reeds where the spiders had created their webs, we were separating the reeds, breaking their webs apart which meant the spiders were falling right onto us. The first few spiders I managed to brush off without my friend seeing but soon after it felt like they were being thrown at us and there was no avoiding them.
My friend started to panic and I started to worry she would try and get out the mokoro or make a sudden movement which could tip us out…which we didn’t want as we might come face to face with a crocodile. I was trying to comfort my friend behind me whilst also trying to scoop the spiders out of the mokoro, but it got even trickier when they started to crawl into the straw that lined the bottom of the mokoro. There were a few times where we managed to lay low and play spider limbo and ducked under the webs as the spiders travelled over the top of our faces… but then they would land on our guide who was stood at the back of the boat and then fall into the mokoro anyway.
At one point, my friend actually screamed at me and told me that I had one climbing up my back…so I had to try and flick it off once it reached my shoulder. It felt like they were all over us and there was no escape.
Our guide was actually starting to find this whole experience funny and I think he thought we were just being silly. He was a local guide who had grown up in the Okavango Delta so was very used to these large but harmless spiders so he was not bothered by them at all. Our guide continued to make his way through the reeds, welcoming new spiders onto the boat. I don’t think there was anything he really could have done for us at that point, he just kept poling us deeper into the delta.
As I mentioned before, I am not scared of spiders but this experience was horrific…spiders all over you and not managing to escape was awful and for my friend, it was probably her worst nightmare. We kept asking our guide how much longer we had until we were at the island or if there was any way out of this nightmare but we didn’t really get much information from him. I asked him if we could hurry up or find another route but nothing really changed. All of a sudden he just stopped and despite me asking him to move he just stood very still. My friend started to panic and he just said ‘sorry we can’t move, there is a 3 meter crocodile underneath us, and if I move he might flip us’. This was just the tip of the iceberg. I was desperately trying to stay calm myself, whilst attempting to keep my friend calm too.
Around 90 minutes later….yes you read that right, 90 minutes later…we finally arrived at the island where we would spend the night. Both of us jumped out of the boat and just collapsed onto the banks of the island. I had never been so happy to reach land. I felt my blood sugar massively decrease and felt really weak! Luckily, I had some starburst in my bag so sat quietly eating them until I felt a little better. Although it sounds dramatic…I am being deadly honest when I tell you this story.
I am sure there were other species of spider that day, like the banded garden spider however, the Golden Orb Web Spider was the main and most memorable out of the bunch. They are huge and the female can have an abdomen of up to 30mm long and with their legs can reach up to 5 inches!! They aren’t naturally aggressive but if provoked they can bite which can be painful but isn’t harmful to humans. Luckily we weren’t bitten!
My friend decided that she couldn’t go back the same way and told our guide to come up with a new way back to the main camp the next day. Unfortunately, we didn’t have many other options as we were in the middle of nowhere. Our guide said that we had one other option to get back to the main camp and that was to go to Chiefs Island (a large island in the delta), walk around two hours and then hop in a mokoro on the other end where there were ready-made waterways. She jumped at the idea of this so our guide said he would make the arrangements. What she didn’t realise was that to get to Chiefs Island, we would need to get back in the mokoro to get to it. I decided not to say anything so that she could sleep that night.
After a little while, we began to relax and managed to enjoy our evening. We put our tent up, lit a fire, and went on an afternoon bush walk to explore the island. We saw lots of wildlife and it got our minds off our earlier experience.
The next morning once everything was packed up, our guide told us to jump back into the mokoro and my friend started to panic. I tried to reassure her and told her it was just a short journey…maybe around 15-20 minutes. We decided to get her to lay down in the mokoro, cover her with all our jumpers and blankets and I sat in the front with an extended Go Pro pole…moving the spiders out of the way before we broke their webs with our faces and bodies. I do not know why I didn’t think of this the day before, and I can only put it down to pure panic. The journey to Chiefs Island was a lot less traumatic than the day before and the Go Pro pole was a lifesaver.
We finally reached the island and began our walk to the other end of it to a mokoro waiting to pick us up and take us back to the main camp. It was a lot calmer and we even spent some time watching elephants on the banks and in the water.
The whole experience was extremely traumatic. I think my friend handled the situation amazingly considering her phobia of spiders. But I have to be honest and say that it has made me a little more scared of them and every time I come near a spider, I get serious flashbacks.
When I spoke to the camp managers about the experience they said they had never heard anything like it and can only put it down to the high rainfall they had that year. But I warned them about it and I can’t imagine all guests would be so friendly and kind about the experience. I understand that we were in the wild and usually I am up for all kinds of experiences and adventures…but this was on a whole another level. Like I said before, it now leaves a fantastic story and I love watching people’s faces when I tell them about it! A lot of people say they will never travel to Africa after hearing this story, but Africa is huge with lots of wonderful experiences. Just avoid going off-piste in the Okavango Delta, after heavy rains in May if you are scared of spiders. It definitely hasn’t put me off the Okavango Delta and I am still in love with it as much as I was before.
P.s I hope you don’t get nightmares after reading this :)