The pulse of Africa beats. A constant rhythm, a symphonic performance of sensual shifting sand, gloriously optimistic sunshine, and perfectly unpredictable wildness.
The question has never been whether this nature-gig happens or even how, but only how you attend it. We at Daosa live the lives we wish for our patrons to experience, frontstage, with our hands in the air, singing along with cicadas and whistling winds.
We don’t build models on trends, whims, or conjecture; instead, we build our model on what we enjoy most, what we want to leave as legacy and how we can best sustain a quality of living found rarely in this world, for ourselves and of course, you!
Blessed are the curious for they shall have adventures.
Travel far enough, you meet yourself.
The only man I envy is the man who has not yet been to Africa — for he has so much to look forward to.
It is never too late to be who you might have been.
Adventure may hurt you, but monotony will kill you.
It feels good to be lost in the right direction.
I travel because I’d rather look back at my life, saying ‘I can’t believe I did that’ instead of ‘if only I had’.
Nothing ventured, nothing gained. And venture belongs to the adventurous.
A good traveler has no fixed plans and is not intent upon arriving.
Reminds me of my safari in Africa. Somebody forgot the corkscrew and for several days we had to live on nothing but food and water.