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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One travels to run away from routine, that dreadful routine that kills all imagination and all our capacity for enthusiasm.
Nothing ventured, nothing gained. And venture belongs to the adventurous.
I travel because I become uncomfortable being too comfortable.
Traveling – it leaves you speechless, then turns you into a storyteller.
A good traveler has no fixed plans and is not intent upon arriving.
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’.
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.
Only those who risk going too far can possibly find out how far they can go.
Better to see something once than to hear about it a thousand times.
And into the forest I go, to lose my mind and find my soul.