We are just back from another trip to the place we visited last weekend, and we may have a small chance to score some land in paradise.
It All Starts With Friendships 🤝
Last weekend during our picnic, we took a picture of a beer sign in the Phnum 1500 where we saw several plots of vacant land. Over the last week we called the number and became friendly with this woman, and just returned from a visit to her house.
She had informed us that there were at least two plots of land for sale on the creek where we had previously swam, although both far beyond our price range. We can hope for a miracle though, and with my wife's recent induction into the Hive Illuminati, her post payouts could soon buy us land if something is still for sale there in a year.
The Creek Is What Makes The Place Special 🏞️
I grew up Indiana on a popcorn farm, surrounded by farm flat farm fields, pesticides, and the densest concentration of coal-burning power plants in the USA, my Dad also a former coal-miner. We used to take family vacations to Missouri and Tennessee, and even only 20 minutes south of my boyhood home, the mountains of Kentucky and Indiana begin to rise.
The reason I mention that is because the first time I drove this slightly elevated mountain valley, the weather, the surrounding peaks, and the creek all reminded me a bit of a winding road cutting through the Smoky Mountains of Tennessee. I knew I wanted to live here when we passed through the first time, not a speck of dust in the air thanks the forest and creek.
Porch Camping ⛺
When we arrived, we hung with our new lady friend, her mother, and her two children, and basically spent the day taking in village gossip, history, the character and personality/background of the land-owners. It left little time to view the area, so we decided to just make dinner and call it a night. We camped on the porch of the next door neighbor's house, who wasn't home at the time and nor did we ask permission.
That's the nature and vibes of Cambodia, people are mostly open and sharing with everything they have. Our lady friend told us to pitch a tent there, and she also showed us she uses their house to dry her clothes, park her motorbikes, and take their poops in the neighbor's much fancier toilet, complete with butt blaster gun.
Morning Tour 🚶♂️
The night on the porch was filled with clouds of mist running past us above the creek, and we could hardly make conversation because of the sound from the rapids.
"What would be the point of ever leaving a place like this? I could swim from my back porch, the air is pure, and the water in the creek is probably safe to drink minus the fish turds 🐟💩. This little strip of land between the highway and this creek is paradise, and the only problem is I can't afford it.
Al in all there were three pieces of land, one filled with red dirt and rocks, no house or anything on it, but a sizeable chunk of land, albeit with two house-sized boulders and fifteen or so car-sized boulders that would have to be dealt with.
Another piece of land had two new-ish small houses on it, a large wooden shack/house/garage/business on the shoulder of the highway, and two hammock huts on the banks of the creek, by far the biggest piece of land and most expensive. We could easily see ourselves earning the money back in two years from renting the houses out, but we simply don't have tens of thousands of dollars to play with.
Why Can't I Just Be This Pineapple 🍍?
As I was pondering why I can't have my cake and eat it too, I saw this pineapple, and I realized I just want to have the life and view of this pineapple on the slope. This fruit has the best sunrises and sunsets in Cambodia, and this little thing didn't even have to pay to rent the spot.
Monkey-B noticed the pineapple too, and two of them were so cute together that I had to snap a picture. There was still one more piece of land to view, and the only one we could afford without outside assistance. This last piece of land
One last look at another house on the huge property, and I decided to go look at something more realistic. About 200 meters or so down the road, and almost the last propety before the land tapers off, is a little piece of gravel and dirt between the road and creek, and directly across the road from a military outpost, and likely a lot of noise and traffic that would come along with it.
You're looking at the land that we might be able to afford in the above photo, a plot more realistic for an Indiana boy used to living trailer park lots a fifth the size of this plot. If I could buy this piece of land, I'd be able to swim from my porch, have a place to park the tuk-tuk, and maybe even a space left over to play ping-pong in.
It's not ideal, and I could realistically be killed by a speeding car while sleeping in my bed if I lived here, but maybe I can have the owner of the big vacant land dump a house-sized boulder in front our shack to protect us from a car-house collision.
Stay tuned for more updates folks...
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