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!
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.
There are no foreign lands. It is the traveler only who is foreign.
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!”
Travel far enough, you meet yourself.
As soon as I saw you, I knew adventure was going to happen.
It feels good to be lost in the right direction.
Adventure may hurt you, but monotony will kill you.
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.
The gladdest moment in human life is a departure into unknown lands.
Blessed are the curious for they shall have adventures.