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!
It feels good to be lost in the right direction.
The only man I envy is the man who has not yet been to Africa — for he has so much to look forward to.
Everything in Africa bites, but the safari bug is worst of all.
Adventure may hurt you, but monotony will kill 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.
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!”
There are no foreign lands. It is the traveler only who is foreign.
One travels to run away from routine, that dreadful routine that kills all imagination and all our capacity for enthusiasm.
Oh, the places you’ll go.
Of all the books in the world, the best stories are found between the pages of a passport.