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 become uncomfortable being too comfortable.
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’.
It feels good to be lost in the right direction.
There’s only one place I want to go, and it’s to all the places I’ve never been to.
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.
There are no foreign lands. It is the traveler only who is foreign.
As soon as I saw you, I knew adventure was going to happen.
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!”
Everything in Africa bites, but the safari bug is worst of all.
Adventure may hurt you, but monotony will kill you.