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.
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.
One travels to run away from routine, that dreadful routine that kills all imagination and all our capacity for enthusiasm.
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.
Nothing ventured, nothing gained. And venture belongs to the adventurous.
I travel because I become uncomfortable being too comfortable.
There’s only one place I want to go, and it’s to all the places I’ve never been to.
There are no foreign lands. It is the traveler only who is foreign.
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.
The very basic core of a man’s living spirit is his passion for adventure.
Blessed are the curious for they shall have adventures.