Flower power at the Royal Exhibition Building, Melbourne

Royal Exhibition Building, Melbourne

Royal Exhibition Building, Melbourne

The Royal Exhibition Building in Melbourne was the first building in Australia to be awarded UNESCO heritage site status.  Opened in 1880 to host the Melbourne International Exhibition of 1880-1881, it was also the venue for the first Australian parliament in 1901.

Royal Exhibition Building and Carlton Gardens

Royal Exhibition Building and Carlton Gardens

Many of the smaller buildings in the original complex no longer survive, but the Great Hall, the dome of which is modelled on Florence Cathedral, is an impressive example of colonial architecture.

Inside the Great Hall

Inside the Great Hall

Situated in pretty Carlton Gardens, a haven of calm in the busy city, the Exhibition building reflects the wealth of the Victorian capital and the aspirations of its founding fathers.

Carlton Gardens

Carlton Gardens

The building recently hosted Melbourne’s International Flower and Garden Show, an eagerly anticipated annual event which showcases the best of Victoria’s garden designers, florists, plantsmen and associated businesses.

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We will remember them

Ataturk memorial, Wellington

Ataturk memorial, Wellington

I went to the Ataturk Memorial recently.  It wasn’t in Salonica where Ataturk was born.   It wasn’t at Ankara which Ataturk created as Turkey’s capital in place of Istanbul.  It wasn’t on the cliffs of Gallipoli where Ataturk led the Turkish forces to victory against the Allies in the First World War.  The memorial I visited is high on the southern peninsula of Wellington harbour, far away from Turkey in a country Ataturk never visited.

New Zealand and Australian forces landing at Gallipoli

New Zealand and Australian forces landing at Gallipoli

The wording on the memorial, written by Ataturk in 1934, is the same as on the memorial at Anzac Cove.

Those heroes who shed their blood and lost their lives, you are now lying in the soil of a  friendly country.  Therefore rest in peace. There is no difference between the Johnnies and the Mehmets to us where they lie side by side in this country of ours. You, the mothers who sent their sons from far away countries wipe away your tears, your sons are now lying in our  bosoms and are in peace. After having lost their lives on this land they become our sons as well.

Looking out from Ataturk memorial 2

I’ve never been to Gallipoli but understand the location for the memorial was chosen because the beaches of the peninsular are similar.  Gallipoli is a place I’d like to visit one day but not with hordes of other New Zealanders and Australians there to celebrate ANZAC day.  I’d like to be there at a quieter time so I could think, imagine and try to comprehend what it must have been like to have fought in that pointless campaign.  What was it like to be sent so many thousands of miles away to somewhere so completely foreign?  How do you cope with constant rain, mud, rats, disillusionment, despair and fear?  How do you feel when you see your friends diseased, wounded or dying?

Looking out from Ataturk memorial 1

For most New Zealanders Gallipoli is the campaign most closely associated with New Zealand’s role in the First World War and for many years we’ve been told it was here the forging of our national identity began.   Perhaps it was, but we shouldn’t forget New Zealanders also fought on the Western Front, where 12,500 of them died.   Two thousand died on the Somme alone, only 700 less than at Gallopoli, and in total New Zealand lost around 16,000 men in the First World War.

Star with soil from Anzac Cove, Ataturk memorial

The day I visited the Ataturk Memorial was bright and clear.  The sea looked clean and blue and the coastline rugged, much as I imagine Anzac Cove.  I stood and read the words Ataturk had written, looked out around me and I did remember them.

Plaque on Ataturk memorial

Meeting Denpasar’s ghosts

The young woman watching her toddler poking a stick into the pond of water lilies in the muggy heat of a Balinese morning contrasted dramatically with the statue behind them.  A family of three bare chested figures wearing white sarongs and waving traditional kris, looked towards us with a frozen, fanatical stare.

Puputan monument, Puputan Square

Puputan monument, Puputan Square

Our walk from the footpath to the statue was across the grassy park of Puputan Square, a haven of green and relative quiet among the hectic chaos that is Denpasar.   The taxi driver had looked confused when we’d asked him to bring us here, pointing out the Kerobokan prison en route, probably thinking this was what tourists really wanted to see.   But we were keen to view aspects of Bali’s colonial past, not its infamous present.

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Puputan Square was the site of the royal palace of Badung, (today’s Denpasar) and the statute commemorates the tragic event which led to the Dutch acquisition of the Badung kingdom.

Dutch influence in Indonesia began in the late 16th century but until 1906 three Balinese kingdoms remained independent, including Badung.  That September a large Dutch fleet anchored near Badung and on the morning of 14th September as the Dutch advanced the Badung palace doors opened.  Borne aloft by four bearers, the Rajah led out hundreds of men, women and children dressed in white and each bearing their kris (ritual weapon).  On a signal the Rajah was stabbed through the heart by one of his men and the Balinese ran towards the Dutch guns and were mown down.  The survivors turned their weapons on themselves in an orgy of suicide or puputan (a ritual fight to the death) during which over 400 died.  In 1908 Bali was wholly incorporated into the Dutch East Indies.

Body of the Rajah, Denpasar, 1906

Body of the Rajah, Denpasar, 1906

The statue commemorating the puputan shows a family ready to fight and die.  The people of Badung left the palace wearing their finest jewellery and the mother has jewels in her hand to fling at the Dutch to taunt them.  The child is ready to die with his parents.

Sobered by our visit to Puputan Square we opted for the liveliness of the large Badung market next.  The smell of dried fish heaped for sale in the food and flower market was overwhelming but we stayed long enough to look at the stalls selling the flowers – orange marigolds, pink blooms and leaf baskets – used in the daily offerings to the Hindu gods which we’d seen everywhere we’d been in Bali.

 

Dried fish stall at Badung market

Dried fish stall at Badung market

 

Flowers for offering

Flowers for offering

Flowers and containers for offerings to the gods

Baskets for offerings to the gods

Baskets for offerings to the gods

After browsing in some of the nearby streets we lunched at the Inna Bali hotel.   The German artist Walter Spies, who lived in Bali in the late 1920s and 1930s, is credited with popularising the island and the Bali Hotel, as it was then, was built in 1927 to cater for those early tourists.  During this era many well-known identities were guests, including Charlie Chaplin and Noel Coward.  Although more modest than Raffles in Singapore or the Eastern and Oriental in Penang, there is still a whiff of the colonial about the Inna Bali Hotel in its Art Deco stained glass windows and other architectural features.  The hotel is not high on tourists’ must see lists and we were the only guests at lunch that day.

Art Deco windows in Inna Bali hotel

Art Deco windows in Inna Bali hotel

Sipping my drink I looked out at the city which the Dutch captured over 100 years ago.   Nearly 70 years since independence Bali retains the exoticness which enticed Walter Spies and now draws millions of tourists every year.  Often seen as just a place to enjoy the sun, surf and party, it offers so much more.  So if you feel inclined to dip into Bali’s past why not spend a day meeting Denpasar’s ghosts.

Entrance to Inna Bali hotel

Entrance to Inna Bali hotel