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:
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There’s only one place I want to go, and it’s to all the places I’ve never been to.
One travels to run away from routine, that dreadful routine that kills all imagination and all our capacity for enthusiasm.
Cover the earth before it covers 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 only man I envy is the man who has not yet been to Africa — for he has so much to look forward to.
It feels good to be lost in the right direction.
The world is not in your books and maps; it’s out there.
The tragedy of life is not that it ends so soon, but that we wait so long to begin it.
Why do you go away? So that you can come back. So that you can see the place you came from with new eyes and extra colors. And the people there see you differently, too. Coming back to where you started is not the same as never leaving.
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!”