I'm currently searching for a new place to live. I don't have to vacate my exiting flat - where I've spent the last four years - but they want to increase the rent fairly substantially, so it's time I got off my fat arse and sussed out what else is out and about. I've seen a few places already and they don't come up to scratch - too cramped, bathrooms not up to the required standard, too many steps, in the middle of a local market and so on - so I'll continue my apartment-hunting with my requirement for two bedrooms (one for me and one for all my junk and invited guests) in and around the Boeung Keng Kang 1 area of the city. Of course, I don't make things easy on myself by wanting to live in the most expensive area of the city. It's where I work and in essence, I'm a lazy bugger. I'll be attending another wedding party this weekend, with contemporary dancer Yon Davy tying the knot on Sunday at her home. I should be back to normal dancing duties as my groin tear seems to have nearly healed itself - until it goes again of course. Probably on Sunday night, while doing the madizon.Postscript
- looks like I'll be staying afterall, as the houseowners have seen sense and taken pity on me by considerably reducing their rent demands. Result!
Labels: Phnom Penh, Yon Davy