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One awesome 27-year old guy, ScottyBowl, has built his dream beach house in the United Republic of Tanzania, in East Africa. It took him 8 months from design to completion.

I am so utterly jealous of him. I mean, I guess I could always man up and do exactly what he did, but lord knows I’ll just remain sitting here in my Mom’s basement typing away on my ‘puter and watching reruns of House. Anyways, enough of my sob story, here’s what he says about his decision to build it:

I spent my childhood in Africa and we left so that I could get a decent education (the teachers were terrible and I was failing everything) so we went back to England. I never really felt at home in England and from the day I arrived I was looking for a way out. I travelled all over the place, from Australia to Norway and Bulgaria to India but nothing ever felt right.

I then went on holiday to Tanzania and Zanzibar and fell in love with the place. When I was there I met the owner of the tour operator I was travelling with (I didn’t know he was the owner at the time) and when I got back home the first thing I did was search for jobs in Tanzania. The only job posting that matched what I did was in Zanzibar, and I e-mailed my C.V. across – turns out the guy who posted the ad was the guy I met, and he basically said pack your bags and come over, and that’s what I did.

For me, I was tired of chasing the money in the UK and living the “correct” life of owning the latest gadgets, going to the “best” bars and restaurants and I was especially tired of my blue pin stripe suit. At the moment I’m sitting on my veranda, listening to the ocean and haven’t worn a pair of shoes for about 2 months. For me it’s a no brainer and I feel like I’ve returned home.

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