Visitors evinced keen interest in new developments at the Cambodia Real Estate Show.
Foreigners in Cambodia are barred from owning the ground floor of any building in the Kingdom of Wonder.
I finally found out the origins of the prohibition early this month when I attended one of 16 presentations at the Cambodia Real Estate Show, a well organized two-day event that attracted numerous potential developers along with buyers of luxury apartments and buildings. (Hey, you can take the broker out of real estate, but you can’t take real estate. . .)
It was not until 1989 and then in 2001 that government decrees defined the possession and subsequently, in 2001, full ownership rights of residential property.
Like most other countries in the region, Cambodia does not want foreigners to own a piece of the nation, no matter how small, as codified in Article 8 of the Land Law.
According to presenter Matthew Rendall — a lawyer who holds a Cambodian passport and is managing partner at SokSiphana & Associates in Phnom Penh — the stricture resulted from Continue reading
If like me you never have heard of Abadá-Capoeira, which is Brazilian martial arts, you are missing something special. On a whim, I was lucky enough to catch a free performance featuring half a dozen of its athletes at the French Institute last weekend, and the event was enthralling.
While the activity clearly is a sport, it is one more like a performance absent any contact, except by mistake. Abadá-Capoeira manages to combine the thrusts that remind me of jiu jitsu with the grace of dance.
With a name that I have no clue how to pronounce, the activity has its origins in Continue reading
BNH, the hospital in central Bangkok where I have received annual check-ups.
Technically, I am not an immigrant, though I make my home in Cambodia. I have only a mailing address in the United States.
What I am is a retired expat whose year-to-year visa allows him to reside in Phnom Penh, where my savings go far indeed. It is a good life, but it is one without a citizen’s rights (such as they are in Cambodia) and without dependable medical care.
Fortunately, I am an expat in excellent health now into his 70s. Should I develop problems, the quality of my medical care here generally is suspect and its cost would be prohibitive for anything serious.
You see, I am uninsured outside the United States. Even if coverage were obtainable from a reputable firm at my age Continue reading
There’s a barber shop — okay hair salon — that is a 10-minute walk from my apartment.
A few months ago, I upgraded from my customary one, which closed and used to cost me $3, including tip, about once a month.
An acquaintance recommended Tokyo Barber Shop because he so enjoyed the shampoo and accompanying brief head, neck and shoulder massage. After indulging myself in the process there and shelling out $7, including tips for the shampoo and haircut, I became a convert.
What you have to know is Continue reading
This sleek all-in-one is not mine.
My printer mystified me.
Purchased here in Cambodia, the HP all-in-one device is three years old. It worked fine until a couple of months ago, when it refused to print the information inside a form.
I tried everything, so I thought. I changed online documents to PDFs, JPGs, Excel and Word, all to no avail.
Finally, it dawned on me that Continue reading
Cambodia’s minister of culture and fine arts, Phoeurng Sackona, spoke warmly about the artist Sopheap Pich, standing at her left, in front of the sculpture called Big Being.
No one would describe Cambodia as a vital center of the visual arts in Southeast Asia.
While there are art schools and art exhibitions, the output does not tend to be memorable. (When it comes the visual arts, I find photography to be the most accomplished.)
One reason must be Continue reading
In keeping with normal practice, the sidewalk along Monivong Boulevard, a major thoroughfare, was cluttered with parked vehicles a few months ago and thus was impassable. As usual, I found myself walking in the gutter.
It was then that I noticed a Rolls-Royce behind me edging toward the sidewalk. It is the Rolls in the photo. I was struck by the contrast between it and other vehicles on the road and suspect you will have the same reaction.
Even my modest condominium building, where I rent a furnished two-bedroom unit for $1,000 a month — relatively low in a prime area where new two-bedroom units run close to $2,000 and rarely much more — has a Rolls owner in residence.
I am dumbfounded by Continue reading