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
All good things are wild and free.
The gladdest moment in human life is a departure into unknown lands.
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.
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.
It is never too late to be who you might have been.
Life movies pretty fast, if you don’t stop and look around every once in a while, you could miss it.
There are no foreign lands. It is the traveler only who is foreign.
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’.
Adventure may hurt you, but monotony will kill you.