The pulse of Africa beats. A constant rhythm, a symphonic performance of sensual shifting sand, gloriously optimistic sunshine, and perfectly unpredictable wildness.
The question has never been whether this nature-gig happens or even how, but only how you attend it. We at Daosa live the lives we wish for our patrons to experience, frontstage, with our hands in the air, singing along with cicadas and whistling winds.
We don’t build models on trends, whims, or conjecture; instead, we build our model on what we enjoy most, what we want to leave as legacy and how we can best sustain a quality of living found rarely in this world, for ourselves and of course, you!
There are no foreign lands. It is the traveler only who is foreign.
All good things are wild and free.
Oh, the places you’ll go.
The world is not in your books and maps; it’s out there.
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.
Everything in Africa bites, but the safari bug is worst of all.
I travel because I become uncomfortable being too comfortable.
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.
Nothing ventured, nothing gained. And venture belongs to the adventurous.
The very basic core of a man’s living spirit is his passion for adventure.