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!
One travels to run away from routine, that dreadful routine that kills all imagination and all our capacity for enthusiasm.
It feels good to be lost in the right direction.
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.
There are no foreign lands. It is the traveler only who is foreign.
Cover the earth before it covers you.
It is never too late to be who you might have been.
Nothing ventured, nothing gained. And venture belongs to the adventurous.
The only man I envy is the man who has not yet been to Africa — for he has so much to look forward to.
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’.
Everything in Africa bites, but the safari bug is worst of all.