Say so long to the West and live out your days in tropical splendour.
You got a retirement plan?
You ever worked out how the harvest years are going to play out?
You going to be the old man who sits in the front room of his rendered brick townhouse in the heart of suburbia, an unresponsive wife ignoring your pawing at night, every dream you ever had so crushed you pray for the local teen hoodlums to break in and end your suffering with an iron bar?
A common retirement among the gung-ho, of course, is to take your First World money into the tropics, where your dollars buys palaces and endless indulgence.
It ain’t such a bad idea if you can take the suffocating heat and the feeling you’re just another in a long line of damn colonialists, spraying your cash, stomping over local culture, buggering the coolies etc.
Earlier today, I saw, and was rather taken by a beachfront site, with a development plan, on Simeulue Island, the next island up from Nias in North Sumatra.
The joint, which still has to be built, costs $US295,000, a number you’ll negotiate down by at least ten per cent, so let’s call it $US270,000.
It comes with five bungalows, an open air restaurant, a couple of beachfront gazebos, a boat, a van, a couple of scooters and enough land, or so they say, to build four or five more bungalows.
The only downside is it’ll only be sold as a land-and-building contract only, and must be sold to a private owner or syndicate.
Which means, you can’t run it as a commercial surf resort.
But who needs kooks and guests weeping about sunburn and the wind direction and too much and not enough swell when you’re the master of your little piece of surf heaven, anyway?
Important a few lovers of various stripes from Medan, bring your friends from the west and away you go,


Surely the key to happiness, just ask Nav Fox
What’s interesting about that opening graf is, to me, it reveals a lifetime of feeling like, somehow, this aint it. Just not cutting it. There must be more, somebody else is getting it, and I’m not. Sounds existentially exhausting. Me, if I can spend my last decade sitting on a warm porch somewhere with a nice view of a stream, a few trout finning in the deeper pools, reading, sipping whiskey, nobody fucking bothering me, well, shit, that sounds like heaven.
Sounds like work.
Reading or writing?
Sharks in Indo?
realestate.com.au is where you post houses for sale, daily telegraph is where you post shark stories , craigslist is where you post drugs for sale and gumtree is where you sell out of date wave pools and it seems like stab is where you read about surfing
And BG is where you go to cry about it? Fuck outta here guy
Sounds like a good compound to me. Get some good friends together, pool the money, move the families there.
Waves, idyllic location, low lying so you’d be instaneously killed by tsunamis as opposed to prolonged suffering of a non fatal blow, etc
Cheaper land for a two bed shack just up the beach too
My favorite Indo-scam: Lagundri Bay 2006. A couple of fishermen caught a big sea turtle and set up shop next to the keyhole paddle out. They sat there all day beating and torturing the poor thing. When disgusted surfers pleaded with them to stop they demanded a bunch of Rupiah….
Finally some Aussie girlfriend paid em. They let it go……And caught it again for another round of fun the next day.
Anyone else have some good ones?
You can’t buy a t-shirt in Indo without being scammed!
Caveat emptor!
Racist!
Seriously? You mean “realist”. Or you obviously have never been to Indo.
Not retired and my wife already ignores my midnight pawing. So you’re saying it’s going to get worse?
I hear you.
Was just reading that sea lion article and was envious of their freedom to be allowed to bite attractive young women on the thigh.
$270k, that’s about 60 excellent remote Indo surf trips.
Or one week on a fabulous boat in the Ments.
Or 250 epic boards!! so many options.
Foreign ownership has worked out well in remote parts of indo, Some pretty “interesting” situations have occurred in places like the Hinakos in recent times.
One good quake turns it all to flotsam. Allah hu akbar.
Too damn hot too
That’s a harsh place in the world to exist. Less developed than Nias, it’s not Bali.
East Cape, Baja. Weather, surf, fish, and the world is only a two hour flight away if you need it.
Shhhhhhhh!
At that price you would not need to run it as a resort, just a private paradise.
I’m confused, what’s the point of building a surf resort if it can’t be run as a surf resort?
You’re obviously not wealthy enough to comprehend.
I think, maybe, a wink comes with the sale.
my favourite wink https://www.youtube.com/wat…
Sounds like hell
No way I’d chance turning into the tainted old cunt that ran ‘resort’ in the Banyaks. Deadset fuckwit.
Gotta agree stuff buying and being stuck in one place. 6 months a year in Indo is the plan though.