The Namib Desert is said to be the oldest in the world. Buried in its dunes lie sand grains that have been around since before the age of man. The pressure on these grains forces them to lock into each other, forming sand roses, thousands of years old. As the sands shift and the dunes dance their eternal dance, these roses come to the surface and lay bare in the mystical sand garden of adders and all manner of tiny desert dwelling creatures.
Right in the centre of the Namib Desert lies the town of Swakopmund. Its rich mixed history giving rise to a diverse mix of architectural styles; from old German Fachwerkhaus buildings to quaint coffee restaurants and stylish modern complexes, and among these lies Ocean House Guest House. With glimpses of the cold mysterious Atlantic from almost every window, the somniferous fresh salty air and the crashing waves’ siren song lulls you to sleep at night.
The 15 well-equipped rooms somehow manage to be both spacious and cosy at the same time. Scrumptious breakfast finishes of your experience, gifting you the energy to explore, adventure and venture into the unknown!
GPS Co-Ordinates:
-22.663155769061323, 14.528147876782812
Nothing ventured, nothing gained. And venture belongs to the adventurous.
And into the forest I go, to lose my mind and find my soul.
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.
Traveling – it leaves you speechless, then turns you into a storyteller.
The world is not in your books and maps; it’s out there.
Travel far enough, you meet yourself.
Only those who risk going too far can possibly find out how far they can go.
The only man I envy is the man who has not yet been to Africa — for he has so much to look forward to.
A good traveler has no fixed plans and is not intent upon arriving.
The tragedy of life is not that it ends so soon, but that we wait so long to begin it.