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!
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’.
The very basic core of a man’s living spirit is his passion for adventure.
Adventure may hurt you, but monotony will kill you.
Oh, the places you’ll go.
Everything in Africa bites, but the safari bug is worst of all.
Life should not be a journey to the grave with the intention of arriving safely in a pretty and well-preserved body, but rather to skid in broadside in a cloud of smoke, thoroughly used up, totally worn out, and loudly proclaiming “Wow! What a Ride!”
The tragedy of life is not that it ends so soon, but that we wait so long to begin it.
Only those who risk going too far can possibly find out how far they can go.
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.
Then I realized that to be more alive, I had to be less afraid. So I did it. I lost my fear and gained my whole life.