Sold up basically everything except the house and have two good reliable mates renting it… the sort of blokes that won’t turn my room into an ice lab.
The reason to hit Cambodia first was the ease of obtaining a one year multi entry visa and in three weeks time I will have that in my grubby little hands. Finding a very cheap apartment was easy on the outskirts of Siem Reap so now I have a permanent place to store my condoms and fish sauce, a base you might say.
The first week though on arrival I stayed in Phnom Penh to catch up with a mate. The hotel room looked good on paper and being low season was a bargain. My mate booked the Penthouse above me, and I’ll use the word penthouse loosely. All was looking good until I arrived and had to squeeze past a thirty ton excavator to get to the entrance of the hotel. It wasn’t really a problem as I drove big diggers for a while in Oz and was used to them being in my face but it was just the constant dust, noise and tip trucks turning up. Luckily, every twenty minutes, they would stop working…and let a ten ton roller vibrate the road, and the whole building, and anything that wasn’t nailed down. To add to this they were also building an eight story guest house next door and were at the jack hammer stage. Luckily it started raining heavily which slowed every one up for a while… and the six inches of mud kept the dust down.
At first we didn’t really care that much, welcome to PP, cheap room, never mind, can’t get any worse, but it did. On the second day the power went off, and on, for the next two days and on the fourth day…all hell broke loose, it pissed down.
My mate had a large courtyard type balcony with a wall about two feet high with railings to stop you from falling four floors, safety first in Cambodia. But the construction site next door had dropped so much sand, cement and rubbish that it had blocked all the downpipes, unbeknown to the staff.
It has been scientifically proven that when a swimming pool mass of water finds a small escape route, it will escape. In this case, under the penthouse door, through the carpeted penthouse lounge room, under the penthouse front door and down the stairwell, and indoor waterfall, no extra charge.
So the first thing the staff do when they see the small waterfall flowing down the stairs is open the penthouse door to find out what’s going on inside, and of course water doing what it does naturally well, flow downhill, they let out a mini tsunami. The yelling and screaming Khmer staff could not be heard by us sitting outside as the noise from the deluge was deafening. The reason they kept the door open and let the water out was that the level inside the room was close to the lower power points. Yep. While all this was going on upstairs we were quite enjoying the monsoonal downpour and all the shit floating down the road.
It was a funny sight at first, watching socks, flip flops, shoes and t shirts go floating past us from inside the hotel and out onto the muddy washed out road, but they had my mate’s name on them.
This beats watching grass grow at home, really enjoying things so far.