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!
The gladdest moment in human life is a departure into unknown lands.
Every man’s life ends the same way. It is only the details of how he lived and how he died that distinguish one man from another.
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’.
Cover the earth before it covers you.
It feels good to be lost in the right direction.
Jobs fill your pockets, but adventures fill your soul.
Nothing ventured, nothing gained. And venture belongs to the adventurous.
One travels to run away from routine, that dreadful routine that kills all imagination and all our capacity for enthusiasm.
The only man I envy is the man who has not yet been to Africa — for he has so much to look forward to.
The tragedy of life is not that it ends so soon, but that we wait so long to begin it.