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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Traveling – it leaves you speechless, then turns you into a storyteller.
Better to see something once than to hear about it a thousand times.
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 tragedy of life is not that it ends so soon, but that we wait so long to begin it.
All good things are wild and free.
And into the forest I go, to lose my mind and find my soul.
The only man I envy is the man who has not yet been to Africa — for he has so much to look forward to.
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.
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.