Desert Hills Lodge is our flagship venue. As the name implies, the lodge gracefully perch on a natural stone outcrop, generously spoiling its guests to spectacular views of the desert below and the dramatic Namib sunset. As the sun sets, it sends its long red tendrils of delight into each of the 18 chalets. Within each stone ensconced thatch chalet contain all the indulgences befitting a modern traveller and have an aesthetic essence about them which instantly ignites any city-numbed imagination.
Desert Hills is the perfect place to use as a base for exploring the area or spending time in its serenity and think the thoughts you’ve forgotten to think. Sossusvlei and Sesriem is a stone throw away and top of your day with delectable cheese and wine in the cellar, a heavenly sundowner, glorious dining, and the kind of sleep Morpheus would be proud of.
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!”
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.
One travels to run away from routine, that dreadful routine that kills all imagination and all our capacity for enthusiasm.
Jobs fill your pockets, but adventures fill your soul.
Everything in Africa bites, but the safari bug is worst of all.
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.
I travel because I become uncomfortable being too comfortable.
Traveling – it leaves you speechless, then turns you into a storyteller.
It feels good to be lost in the right direction.