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!
The world is not in your books and maps; it’s out there.
Everything in Africa bites, but the safari bug is worst of all.
Life movies pretty fast, if you don’t stop and look around every once in a while, you could miss it.
The very basic core of a man’s living spirit is his passion for adventure.
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’.
Travel far enough, you meet yourself.
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.
Adventure may hurt you, but monotony will kill you.
Jobs fill your pockets, but adventures fill your soul.