Sunday, December 31, 2006

New Years Eve. 2006

Today we are heading out to Kingsford Smith airport to say bon voyage to Tom (Ben's younger brother) who is heading off too England for his GAP year at Lancing College in my beloved Sussex.

Enroute we stop at Surry Hills to visit with Andrew (Ben's older brother) before the rest of the family head off to the airport.

Ben's dad is a font of information about air travel, his father after all is arguably the greatest aviator in Australian history.

We got to see the newly arrived first Boeing 707 passenger jet sold and exported outside America. Built in 1959 and acquired by Qantas it will go on display at the Qantas Founders Outback Museum in Longreach early next year.

The aeroplane is a 707-100 series, built especially for Qantas and as the first Qantas jet it was the first registered jet in Australia. Naturally it was flown by Ben's grandfather!

This afternoon we drive out to the beaches at Coogee, Clovelly, Bronte, Tamarama and finally to Bondi where I have no option...I have to go for the Bondi Burger!

Now on for Hogmanay. Ben and I head off to the Rag & Famish, the oldest pub/hotel in North Sydney to meet his mates for pre-party drinks before walking down into Luna Park.

As we approach the harbour with dusk descending it is a wonderful sight of twinkling lights. On water, as on land, there are thousands upon thousands of people. Boats throng the waters as we join the revellers set to enjoy the world's first major New Year celebrations of 2007.

Inside we all hop straight on the merry-go-round and re-enact the Melbourne Cup to the strains of I do like to be beside the seaside. The atmosphere inside Luna Park is pure carnival and we hop on and off ride after ride before heading out into the throng to watch the 9pm firework display.

This is spectacular, but it is only a taster of what is to come. We seem to go on every ride possible before meeting in a big group to head out onto the boardwalk, above the water and below the bridge, to welcome in 2007.

We may have invented Hogmanay in Scotland, but Sydney is very very special. I have never seen such a stunning firework display in all my life.

HAPPY NEW YEAR TO ALL!!!!

The bridge reveals its symbols for 2007 and as they light they could not have been more appropriate. A giant red coathanger and a giant white diamond. 2007 is after all the 75th anniversary of the bridge and these were certainly diamond celebrations.

The trains on the bridge make their way slowly and majestically across as the passengers view the structure and the night sky all around them bathed in a glorious lightshow.

The party here in the park has only just begun and Ben and I take full advantage of viewing the city as it celebrates (a number of times) from the Sydney Eye. This is actually the Luna Park Ferris Wheel re-named for the occassion by us.

I am very impressed by the celebrations in Sydney. Not only do we have the most wonderful of nights but the whole organisation of the myriad of events around the city must be commended, particularly the trains running extremely frequently and all night long to get everyone home.

My final act for the evening is to finally get a call through to my family in Scotland when the lines are free and to wish everyone well for welcoming in 2007 (still several hours away).

Friday, December 29, 2006

December 29th/30th. Sydney. Australia.

December 29th 2006

Today we chill out at home and enjoy a day of relaxation watching movies. It is not such a great day for heading out anyway as the weather is very mixed and infact there is a spectacular storm with thunder, lightening and torrential rain this afternoon.

December 30th 2006

Up and off too Balmain by bus, train and ferry.

This former industrial hub is now one of the cities coolest suburbs and as I discover it is a wonderful mish-mash of architectural styles. First stop off the ferry is Thornton Park and the beginning of our historical walk.

Along with that First Fleet that came out from England were a bevy of medical personnel to provide for the health and well-being of the first Australians. William Balmain, after whom this area is named, was a surgeon's mate who rose to prominence after removing an Aboriginal spear from the shoulder of Governor Philip. Going on to serve as Second Assistant Surgeon and then as Principal Surgeon of New South Wales; between 1797 and 1803 he was the Principal Secretary to the Colony.

In 1800, Balmain was given a land grant of five hundred and fifty acres by Governor Hunter. The interesting twist is that as a man with varied business interests Balmain went on to sell the entire grant to John Gilchrist of Calcutta for the princely sum of five shillings, or about twenty-five pence today.

Initially the area was not a popular spot with settlers as it lacked any sort of transport infrastructure to the main settlement. Initially the only means of transport was by rowing boat and as such the first stop on my walking tour was Waterman's Cottage. Built by John Cavill, a Cornish stonemason, this building was constructed on the build one, let one principle where the proceeds from a buildings rental would allow for its twin to be built.

From the 1830's land in this area began being sold off and sub-divided. Just below Waterman's Cottage lies the former Shipwright's Arms on the corner of Weston Street. Until 1846, this popular spot was known as the Dolphin Hotel, but with the whalers, sailors and ferrymen gone its popularity decreased and in 1966 the doors of the Shipwright's were permanently closed.

This area is a wonderful mix of speculative development; of historic homes and industrial buildings. Factories grew up. A sawmill, a chemical plant, a candleworks, a soap plant and even coalmines thrived and with the influx of labour came the building of narrow cottages squeezed in between the workplaces. Today these sought after character properties have gone from industrial slum to gentrified café society.

As we pass the bowling green it is a buzz with twenty-somethings enjoying a drink and a quiet game of bowls. Our first stop in this area is Clontarf Cottage built in 1844 and today a community resource centre. The highlight though is to be found at the other end of Ewenton Avenue where number 12b Grafton Street is an imposing villa built between 1847 and 1849 and the former residence of Sir Henry Parkes. Parkes lived in this sandstone property of Doric columns, green shuttered French doors and flag-stoned verandah whilst he served as Premier of New South Wales between 1888 and 1892.

Parkes was actually repeatedly elected as Premier from 1872, but his key role was as Father of the Federation, instrumental as he was in the joining of the states into one single nation.

Our next stop is the Watch House (1854), the former police station and gaol designed by the Colonial Architect Edmund Blacket. Now a wonderful base for the Balmain Association aside from the historical and art exhibits the highlight of any visit has to be the poshed dunny in Sydney. This toilet was built around 1878 and not only was it dressed with sandstone but it was topped with its own chimney.

One of the best indicators of the areas industrial past comes in the next street, Colgate Avenue. Look down from the corner of the Watch House and you can still see the Colgate Palmolive sign on the former factory wall ahead of you. An industrial heartland this area is the home of the Australian Labor Party which was formed in Mort Bay in 1891.

We head on up Darling Street to St Andrew's Church the site of the famous Balmain markets...each and every Saturday (except, of course, today). Enroute we pass the famous London Hotel with its wonderful wide verandah filled with people watchers enjoying a cold beer.

Balmain is home to more pubs than any other Sydney suburb; but today we choose café life lunching at All About Romana's before heading off to the civic precinct home to the imposing colonial post office, police station and court house complex; designed and built simultaneously by the Colonial Architect's Office under James Barnet. The Town Hall completes the high victorian grandeur and across the road you find the somewhat less imposing Fire Station.

Heading back into town Ben and I chill out and take in the atmosphere of First Fleet Park before heading back home.

Tonight we all dine as a family at The Terrace on Pittwater in the Newport Arms Hotel looking out over Pitt water to celebrate Tom's impending departure too England.

Wednesday, December 27, 2006

December 28th, Moree to Sydney.

Up early this morning and after my goodbyes and dropping Gabrielle at work; Tom, Jack and I headed out to the airport which was deserted. After about a half hour wait a worker appeared to inform us that my flight time had changed and that the flight would not now leave until 11.45am.

So after bidding Boonery Road goodbye, it was back to the house and a quick call to Ben to re-schedule our day.

The main thing is that I am back in Sydney for Ben and I have been invited out to a William's family BBQ in Neutral Bay at the home of Sandra and Nigel. I will be having a reunion with the Moree Christmas crowd just one day after I last saw them, but in a very different locale.

I am so lucky to be being hosted by such amazing people.

From the air the views of the Moree plains are brilliant and you get a sense of the sheer expanse of the area.

Now back in Sydney I take the train into Central and arrive at a very British victorian station. With maintenance works on the railway we take a train and a bus to get home. I have now completed every mode of transport over the Harbour Bridge when I take the bus across the bridge and head out to the North Shore.

This evening Ben and I enjoy very fine dining in Boyd Lane with Sandra, Nigel, Garry and Cheryl before hitting the tiles in the King's Cross area of the city.

A little known fact is that King's Cross was originally known as Queen's Cross until it was re-named in honour of King Edward VII in 1905.

Monday, December 25, 2006

Boxing Day and December 27th. Moree. NSW 2400.

These two days are my days of rest when we simply watch TV, play board and card games and eat, drink and be merry!

I finish my time in Moree dining with the William's family at the Amaroo Tavern and enjoying an evening stroll through the streets of the town just hangin' with Tom and in true Ab Fab style accompanied by not VB, but Champers!

Christmas Day. Moree, NSW 2400.

Well it is not the usual Christmas weather here in Moree. After all the drought, today could be a British summer day with warm air and constant drizzle.

Trust me to come to the outback, where it is not unknown to have 140 degree heat at Christmas and it rains.

We have had a lovely morning where I played santa for the family...resplendent in my reindeer ears.

Tom's family are lovely and I am spending my Christmas in the presence of an eminent doctor, a Brigadier General, an engineer, a psychologist...just a tale of your average country folk.

I was very privileged to be given very loving and appropriate gifts from my family to bring with me and they all brought a smile of home to my face.

Tom also gave me a lovely book remembering the old days when we taught together in Surrey...wonderful memories!!

We had one of those wonderfully traditional Christmas afternoons with everyone slumped in front of the TV watching White Christmas, before a real Australian icon in the movie Shine.

To round off a wonderful day, just as Christmas Day was becoming Boxing Day I spoke with Mum, Dad and Nicola at home in Scotland...talk about a bush telegraph!

Saturday, December 23, 2006

Christmas Eve, Moree, NSW 2400. Sunday 24th December 2006

This morning I answered the telephone at Tom's for the first time. Thinking that it might be funny as callers would be unsure where they had called...Scotland??, the joke back-fired as when I answered the Australian voice on the other end said...G'Day Will, How you goin?...It was Tom's grandmother.

After the family arrived from Inverell, Melbourne and Sydney we sat down to a huge family lunch before taking in the sights of Moree, including my first full visit to an Aboriginal Mission.

Our pre-Christmas dinner was a wonderfully traditional Aussie Barbie with fine Australian wines, before we spent time round the piano singing old time songs with Tom as the conductor. What a lovely way to welcome in the Birth of Our Lord.

Moree, NSW 2400. Saturday 23rd December 2006.

Getting to bed at 2am didn't stop us being up and out of the house by 5am heading over to Inverell where Bob was taking part in an early morning cycle race.

After the race we explored the town beginning with breakfast at the River Walk Cafe with Mick, Bob and Tom. This is a very pleasant town with quaint well preserved buildings and a booming town centre; not entirely devoid of mass marketing but generally very individual.

Inverell is one of the booming country towns in this part of the outback. Australia like so many countries is blighted by countryside deprivation, but not here in the wealthy agriculturally belt of NSW.

After brekky we headed down to Mick's shop at Byron Bikes where we bumped into a few of the members of the Moree Cycling Club. Everyone remembered me from the other day at water polo and I am beginning to feel like a local.

Over to Tom's grandparents for an insight into local history learning that the area around Inverell is the Sapphire Capital of Australia with high quality production based in the hard ground of the bush that surrounds the town.

One local legend tells of the fact that the early tin miners in the surrounding area used to throw the "pretty stones" at each other not realising the significance of their find. Such stones were getting in the way of tin production.

Inverell was founded by a Scot and so we find towns like Rob Roy and streets like Ravenscraig and homes called Stirling all around.

My next stop is to be Tingha, a town established in 1870 as the biggest tin mining area in the country. Tingha became a very wealthy area and it was home to the large Chinese population that came prospecting for wealth in the late 19th century.

Wing Hing Long and Company is a fascinating store in the centre of town. Now a museum, the store was run by Mary Pratt, the daughter of a China Man who came to Tingha as indentured labour and who went on to own the store and a number of other businesses in town.

Mary took over the store after WWII and continued in business until 1998 when the store became a historical timewarp as a museum to life as was in this now ghost town.

The shop is wonderfully old-fashioned with the drapers and the ironmongers etc. There was also one of those wonderful old payment systems on the rails with money being sent to the cash office and your change and receipt being sent back on a pulley system.

Health and Safety still hasn't reached the museum and the joy of this is that we were able to climb the old ramshackle stairs at the back of the shop into the living accommodation and get an idea of what life was like both in the early days and in the shops more recent past.

I come all the way to Tingha and I meet the rellies here at the museum. These Glovers came to Australia from Britain in 1841 originally for the great-great-grandfather to work as a stockman on one of the properties.

It is great out here in the bush as we drive down roads of dirt red soil to see some of the farms Tom's family owned before heading back into Inverell to no:17 Mitchell Crescent, one of the oldest homes in town which is now lovingly being restored by Mick and his family.

After lunch at the Inverell Roadhouse we head up to Blair Athol House, a wonderful property on the outskirts of town that is now a bed and breakfast.

Over to Copeton Dam which is completely dry owing to the current drought and into the Copeton Waters State Park. Here we are on the western slopes of the New England Ranges in a 900 hectare outdoor playground. To give you some idea of the scale of this country we are some 550km Northwest of Sydney but still some 440km Southwest of Brisbane and there is still a lot of country between there and Darwin.

Copeton Dam has the capacity to hold three times the volume of Sydney Harbour, but today the waters of Lake Copeton are particularly low. Nearby the park are the myriad of fossicking fields were they still fossick today for the glint of sapphire.

When Copeton Dam was built there was great controversy in a similar vain to the controversy over the building of the Kinzua Dam. Again there was to be flooding of homes, in this case the village of Copeton. That said, Copeton Village was somewhat of a ghost town and most of the issues were around the fact that the cemetery would be covered.

From the state park we headed on through the bush to Keera, the first property settled in Bingara, before climbing up to Batterham Lookout to see the town in all its glory. Bingara is another beautiful country town and until recently it was a popular backpackers destination before the buses changed route.

I even got to learn the Shearers' Farewell...a leg of mutton up the arse and set the dogs on him.

Tonight we had a lovely quiet night of homemade pizzas and cards before the celebrations get into full swing with a tour of the house lights in various Moree neighbourhoods.

It may be very hot here in the bush, but there are many beautiful country towns of historic buildings and fascinating stories to explore, and I am loving it!!

Friday, December 22, 2006

Moree, NSW 2400. Friday 22nd December 2006.

This morning we headed out to Trawalla Pecan Farm. The farm is the largest pecan farm in the southern hemisphere having some 75,000 pecan trees. The farm was intially established by an American entrepreneur with the aim of providing year round pecans i.e. production in the off-season to meet demand in the northern hemisphere.

From here we made our way to Slaughterhouse Creek where local legend has it that a large group of Aborigines were killed in a Bushwack initiated by stockmen clearing the area for farming. However, the brutal act was considered to be a response to Aboriginal attacks on settlers. The horror of the story though lies in the fact that most of the Aboriginals killed were women and children thus depleting the good relations that existed between the Aboriginal people and the settlers.

We headed off to Warialda via Gravesend to visit Cranky Rock Nature Reserve. The legend here is that a "cranky" Chinese man murdered a Warialda woman, Mrs Eliza Golthorpe, attacking her on Christmas Eve 1874 with her death occurring on December 29th. He was chased by police and evaded capture by leaping to his death from the high rocks forever to be known as Cranky.

Tom and I had a great time climbing the rocks that sit above Reedy Creek before we headed back into Warialda, meaning place of wild honey in Aboriginal, to eat at the Civic Cafe.

Back in the direction of Moree, our next stop will be Pallamallawa to take in the cotton fields here in Big Sky country. It is stunning today as I look upon the candy floss clouds and the clearest expanse of blue sky I think I have ever seen.

I learned today that one bale of cotton will produce 215 pairs of jeans or 1217 t-shirts or 2104 pairs of boxer shorts or 21960 handkerchiefs or give you 681000 cotton wool balls...just examples.

At Tareelaroi Weir we saw the huge Ibis bird both at rest and in flight, before heading home to relax and enjoy my first ever Tim Tam.

After a wonderful Thai meal it was time for the big night out at The Moree Golf Club with Tom and Jack.

Thursday, December 21, 2006

Moree, Australia. Thursday 21st December 2006.

Today I begin my historical tour of Moree in the towns graveyard. The first thing I note about this cemetery is that it is divided into areas according to the religious affiliation of the deceased. I am here to see the grave of one Ed. Bulwer Lytton Dickens, one-time M.P. for Wilcannia and the youngest son of Charles Dickens who died here in Moree on 23rd January 1902...

Here marks the resting place of him whose lifes light can never dim.
Quaint glimpses through an English mist of his fathers creations - Oliver Twist, Mr Micawber, Barnaby Rudge and others of the famous list.


Over next to the War/Aboriginal memorial where I found a memorial to one Percy Adam Morris Suey of Moree, who as a POW had spent some 1370 days in Changi; I saw my first Kangaroes...indeed the group even included a Joey in its mothers pouch.

Heading down into the town information centre I learned about a brilliant programme called Drive, Revive, Survive; which operates across Australia. The idea is simple. To encourage people to stop roughly every two hours as they take long drives across the country, volunteers operate centres where you can stop make your ablusions and enjoy a free coffee, tea, water and a biscuit.

The centre in Moree is run by the local Rotary Club and I had to try it. Tom and I created a fictional journey and joined the other traveller's. I was so impressed. One older lady we met was travelling across the country in a small camper and I really liked the idea that she could stop, meet locals and enjoy a break in safety.

In the information centre I got to see the Moree Quilt showing all aspects of life here in Moree. The quilt was presented to the people of Moree by the Moree Quilters on March 2nd 2001 to commemorate the centenary of the Australian Federation.

On to the town library which was built as an active war memorial. The sentiments of this mission are encompassed in the following extract from the dedication of the building on April 18th 1963...

It is a good and noble thing for a community to build a war memorial. In it we express our thanks that we live in this country as a free and independent people. We express our realisation that we owe this freedom to those men and women who gave themselves, and all that they had, in order that the ideals of freedom, justice and truth might prevail in our country and in the life of the whole world.

By the erection of this war memorial educational centre, dedicated to the memory of those brave and noble souls, we give expression, in a tangible and practical fashion, to our sense of gratitude for this spirit of service and self sacrifice, and also towards Almighty God, who is the source and strength of all man's highest thoughts and aspirations.

Finally, it is very fitting and right that these high and noble ideals should be incorporated in, and woven into the very fibre and texture of our whole educational system, and that the boys and girls of to-day, and the children of generations yet to come, should remember those who paid the price in blood, and tears and sacrifice, in order that this heritage might be handed on to them, as a foundation, strong and sure, upon which they may build an enduring structure, based upon the splendid pillars of knowledge and wisdom of strength and beauty and of truth and justice.


Another highlight of the library is the indigenous unit where I learned about Dreamtime, the Aboriginal equivalent of the Big Bang.

The library also celebrates J.L.Lillyman Artesian Aerated Water and Cordial Manufacturer. Better known as Lillyman's soft drinks, this local company was started by Joseph Leonard Lillyman who was also responsible for the building of the towns Victoria Hotel.

Lunch was a Visions Cafe in downtown Moree chomping down on a steak sandwich accompanied by that Moree treat of a Lillyman's Creamy Soda.

On to the banks of the Mehi River you will find Mary Brand Park, site of Moree's second store and the Moree Inn which was opened on January 1st 1861 by Mary Brand the first European woman in Moree. The park is also the site of a typical four room 1870's settlers Meei Cottage.

Designed by P. E. Ranclaud and built in 1910 Moree Plains Gallery is a former town bank designed in the Federation Freestyle with an oppulence reflecting the prosperity of the town at the time. The current exhibition is of works by Angus Nivison entitled Learning a language: all about the weather.

As a farmer, Nivison's work is highly influenced by the way drought influences rural life. His other main influences are war and natural disaster and I found the colours of his paintings somewhat hallucinagenic...lost in thoughts of the human condition.

The most exciting area of the gallery though is the former main bank vault which houses Aboriginal art and history exhibits.

One of the most thought provoking exhibits are the King Plates, Collars of Colonialism. These serve as a reminder of the time when white settlers awarded eminent Aboriginal elders brass plates to wear around their necks as an indication of their "kingly" status. Inscribed with the wearers names the Aboriginals received these plates with mixed feelings.

Some were happy to accept the titles, however others interpreted them as awards for good behaviour and compliance with white laws believing that the plates were designed to undermine and divide the natural tribal system. The idea of a "king" for each language was abhorrent to many as it went against the essence of Aboriginal society, which was based on a multi-tiered structure.

The first of the king plates was bestowed by Governor Macquarie in 1815 on the Aborigine Boongaree as Chief of the Broken Bay tribe. Indeed, in 1816, Macquarie inaugurated annual feasts at which senior Aboriginals were rewarded with king plates as "proofs of industry and an inclination to be civilized". It was only in the 1930's that this practice ceased.

I also learned a lot about Dreamtime beliefs which gave meaning to the universe and provided a set of laws and guidelines to explore the past as well as giving guidance for the present and the future. Dreamtime covers all aspects of nature, flora and fauna and is representative of the drama of creation through myth and legend telling, for example, why Emu's lay eggs but don't fly.

Emanating from Totem ancestors (spirits), each language group has an unspoken affinity with its totem ancestors. Indeed, when white settlers first arrived there were some 300,000 Aboriginals in some 600 tribes with their own histories, territories, dialects...infact their own hunter-gatherer cultures.

After the museum Tom and I headed off for our first VB's in the Post Office Hotel before heading back to the towns Mineral Baths for a reviving soak in both pools which measure 16 x 8 metres and run from depths of 90cm to 1.6 metres featuring three above water massage spouts as well as under water spa jets. With naturally heated waters at 41 degrees celsius, one pool is cooled to 38 degrees.

After dinner Tom, Jack and I headed over to the Moree Services Club for a game of snooker before finishing the night off at the Post Office Hotel.

Wednesday, December 20, 2006

Up to Moree, Australia. Wednesday 20th December 2006.

Up with the lark for an early morning flight from Kingsford Smith airport via Narrabri to that outback metropolis of Moree, N.S.W.

Here I am to meet my other great Australian Mate Big Tom. They build them big in the outback as Tom stands at 6ft 5ins tall.

I am so enjoying my time in Oz meeting up with the lads and remembering those old Surrey days.

I will be spending my Australian Christmas not on the beach but here in the outback with Tom and his family enjoying an authentic and unique experience that you can only get in Australia; after all I've done the beach Christmas thing a number of times in Florida.

Jack (Tom's younger brother), Tom and I headed out from the airport for a tour of the town and a visit to his Dad's yard. Williams Bobcat Hire, the family business are the earth movers and shakers here in the agricultural capital of Australia.

For lunch I had my first ever curry pie and we spent a wonderful day just chillin and catching up and meeting all the family.

Australia is of course a sports mad country and Tom's family are no different.

Moree is part of the Great Artesian Basin, one of the largest artesian groundwater basins in the world. The basin lies beneath approximately one-fifth of Australia extending beneath arid and semi-arid regions in Queensland, New South Wales, South Australia and the Northern Territory and stretching from the Great Dividing Range to the Lake Eyre depression. The Basin covers a total area of over 1 711 000 square km and it has an estimated total water storage of 64 900 million megalitres (a megalitre is one million litres and is equivalent to about half the water in an Olympic swimming pool).

The Great Artesian Basin was formed between 100 and 250 million years ago and consists of alternating layers of waterbearing (permeable) sandstone aquifers and non-waterbearing (impermeable) siltstones and mudstones. The thickness of this sequence varies from less than 100 metres on the Basin extremities to over 3 000 metres in the deeper parts of the Basin. Individual bore depths vary up to 2 000 metres with the average being 500 metres. Some of the sandstone sequences contain oil and gas where conditions are suitable.

Groundwater in the Basin flows generally westward to the south-west over most of the Basin but to the north-west and north in the northern section. The rate at which water flows through the sandstones varies between one and five metres per year. Recharge by infiltration of rainfall into the outcropping sandstone aquifers occurs mainly along the eastern margins of the Basin, more specifically along the western slopes of the Great Dividing Range. Natural discharge occurs mainly from mound springs in the south-western area. Mound springs are natural outlets of the artesian aquifers from which groundwater flows to the surface. Dating of the artesian waters has given ages of almost 2 million years for the oldest waters, which occur in the south-western area of the Basin. Water quality in the main aquifers is generally good with Total Dissolved Solids varying between 500 to 1 500 milligrams/litre, although pH may be very high, and high sodium levels make it generally unsuitable for irrigation. Water temperatures vary from 30 degrees C in the shallower areas to over 100 degrees C in the deeper areas.

The issue of water and the Australian drought is a major topic of conversation across the country and particularly here in the agricultural belt. However this afternoon our focus is sport, water polo to be exact with Tom, Jack and their Dad, Bob, playing in a match tonight. The last time I played water polo was with Tom in Surrey.

Anyway, as well as watching the match I take advantage of the natural hot springs of Moree which are fed straight from the Basin and which provide a most relaxing thermal spa.

The original bore for the Hot Artesian Pools was drilled in 1895 to a depth of 2,792ft pumping some 3,000,000 gallons per day at some 114 degrees. Originally the two spa pools were segregated into male and female sections, but in 1995 to celebrate the centenary of the original bore the pools were integrated. The pools however are reflective of Australia's history with Aboriginals only allowed to enter the baths complex in 1967.

The outback is proving to be yet another fascinating area of discovery.

Tonight I get to enjoy the beauty of a starry starry night. So far from the light pollution that blights the major population centres you really to get to see the wonder of the night sky out here in the outback.

Tuesday, December 19, 2006

Sydney, Australia. Tuesday 19th December 2006.

This morning Ben and I headed out for brunch at il gianfornaio in the Westfield Shopping Mall in Hornsby. The focus of our visit was to see the Hornsby Water Sculpture, Man Time and Environment by Victor Cusack.

This Chinese Water Wheel Clock is 23 metres in diameter, weighing approximately one tonne and constructed from bronze and toughened plate glass. It incorporates some twenty articulated counterweighted buckets.

The design source is a wooden clock that was originally built in China between
1088 - 92 AD as part of an observatory tower.

The sculpture is actually the largest water driven pendulum clock ever built and the third largest pendulum clock in the world. It has the same 4 second completed time cycle, but a heavier counterweight (350kg), than Big Ben.

We then headed off to do some shopping...sadly buying matching tops, before it was off to Joseph's to have my hair cut into that traditional Australian design of the mullet. This was a great barbers right down to the use of the old-fashioned open razor!

Heading back into Wahroonga we went for afternoon tea at the Coonanbarra Cafe before visiting the Fisk Memorial commemorating the first direct wireless message from England to Australia.

This message was sent under the direction of the Marchese Marconi from the Marconi Wireless Station in Carnarvon, Wales and was received by E.T. Fisk in the experimental wireless station attached to his residence "Lucania" on September 22nd 1918.

The message was sent from Wales by The Right Hon. W.M.Hughes, Prime Minister of Australia and read...

"I have just returned from a visit to the battlefields where the glorious valour and dash of the Australian troops saved Amiens and forced back the legions of the enemy filled with greater admiration than ever for these glorious men and more convinced than ever that it is the duty of their fellow-citizens to keep these magnificent battalions up to their full strength".

Monday, December 18, 2006

Sydney, Australia. Monday 18th December 2006.

Yesterday the return ferry from Manly ran into a little trouble and we had a period in the harbour entrance when the engines just didn't want to go. My Frank Spencer continued this morning when Ben and I bought Bundaberg's ginger beer. Ben could open his but I managed to twist the cap until it could not be opened. On George Street (Sydney's oldest street) we headed into the Brooklyn Hotel and with some effort and a bottle opener we finally got to the glorious liquid.

Speaking of glorious liquid we headed to Sydney's oldest pub The Fortune of War (1828) for a celebratory beer.

Our walk today took in First Fleet Park and Cadman's Cottage which was built in 1816 and was originally the home/workplace of the government coxswain and at the time of building was sited on the beach.

We explored the Suez Canal, Nurses's Walk (so named because of the siting of the cities first hospital) and Mission Steps areas of The Rocks. We could not resist coffee's at The Baker's Oven Cafe which is based on the site of the first bakehouse in Sydney here in Bakehouse Place.

The highlight of today is to be the amazing bridge climb on Sydney Harbour Bridge and before our climb we enjoy lunch on the roof terrace at The Glenmore Hotel.

The Sydney Harbour Bridge was opened in 1932 with construction commencing in 1923 and the BridgeClimb opened in 1998 taking you up 1337 stairs to the height of one and a half football fields above the water.

To allow the construction of the bridge, homes and businesses had to be cleared from the proposed route. Compulsory purchase meant people had little time to clear out. That said, the publican of the Harbour View Hotel demolished his premises brick by brick and re-sited the hotel in its present position next to the bridge. The original ground plan is laid out in brick markings on the original Rocks site.

Ben and I set out with a target for climbing the bridge...Look no hands. Typically laddish we both climbed to the summit without using the hand rails (not very sensible but it was a challenge).

The climb was wonderful, especially as Mike (our guide) had decided for some reason that my name was Ray and that Ben was Dan. You should have seen his confusion at the end of the trip when he was handing out the certificates and had two left, Ben and Will, but none for Ray and Dan?

The climb was the first time I have been run over by a train as we were lucky enough to be on the walkway below the railway as a train went over...good vibrations!!

Possibly the strangest sight I will see on my travels was Sydney's oldest public toilet situated in The Rocks area of the city and pointed out to us by a German colleague on the climb...you've got to love those German guidebooks.

After our climb we headed off to enjoy a drink at the re-sited Harbour View Hotel before heading off for a curry in the Chatswood area of the city a base for many of the Asian immigrants who have come to Australia in the last thirty years. We finished our day at The Gordon Club, one of the local rugby, social and recreation clubs.

Some Bridge facts...

On March 19th 1932 the world's largest steel arch bridge opened containing 6 million hand-driven rivets. At 1149 metres long with an arch that peaks at 134 metres above sea level, the bridge cost £10 million with the final payment only being made in 1988.

The "Coathanger" was built to John Job Crew Bradfield's design and the two massive arches met on August 19th 1930.

16 workers died in the construction and on opening it cost sixpence for a car and threepence for a horse and rider.

Sunday, December 17, 2006

Sunday 17th December 2006. Sydney, Australia.

Today I arrive in one of only two developed countries in the World not to have ratified the Kyoto Protocol.

From 30,000 ft my first view of Australia draws me across the plains to the red horizon as the sun is coming up.

My arrival in Sydney was a dream as I was met at the airport by mi old mate Ben Terrell and his Dad and headed out to my base for the next two months in Wahroonga in Sydney's North Shore.

We took the scenic route home and I enjoyed my first ever drive across the Harbour Bridge. After morning coffee in the garden it was off into town to explore. Taking the train we stopped just short of the bridge in order for me to have the experience of walking across the bridge before we headed down into the historic Rocks area of the city (where both the city of Sydney and modern Australia were founded) to explore the street markets.

It was here at The Mercantile that Ben and I enjoyed our first VB (Lizzie look out!!); that's Australia's famous Victoria Bitter.

Our tour took us on to the Customs House building in the harbour. This stunning grand old building of the colonial era was used by the customs department from 1845 - 1990 and it is now an art and restaurant complex. Australia's first collector of customs was appointed in 1827 and the building itself sits on the site where the local Eora people watched the First Fleet land and raise the British flag in 1788.

We took a Syndey Ferries boat across the harbour to Manly passing many of the cities icons on the way.

Lunch was meat and beer at the Ivanhoe of Manly where we met a lovely Welsh lady who came to Australia on holday 32 years ago and simply stayed. This afternoon we spent on Manly Beach just taking in the atmosphere before taking the ferry back to the city and this time taking the train across the Harbour Bridge on our way home for a traditional Aussie barbie with the family Terrell.

Saturday, December 16, 2006

Saturday 16th December 2006. Singapore to Sydney.

This morning I had breakfast at Epicurious surrounded by ex-pat businessmen of varying ages enjoying their weekend. This is one beautiful island, but I must confess that the tropical heat takes some getting used to.

Singapore is an expensive location with many prices comparable to London (particularly in the higher end restaurants and bars) but there can be no doubting the quality of life for all in the community in this paradise island .

As I recently learned you simply cannot place a value on a personal feeling of security or well being. Singapore is a country that quite rightly prides itself on the sense of personal security and community responsibility that its government promotes.

In many ways Singapore is a model for the 21st century. It is a genuine fusion of all that is best in East and West and a true melting pot where colour, race and religion seem to be unseen and where the peoples of the world live side by side in harmony.

Singapore demonstrates what can be achieved post colonial administration by a tough but more importantly uncorrupt leadership. This small country with no natural resources has made itself a beacon for global development through effective political policies aimed at social progress. The countries of South America could learn a lot from this model.

I lunch today at Brewerkz at Riverside Point before heading out to the airport.

At Changi Airport I saw the coolest traveller I have ever seen. Just flipflops and a guitar...now that's the way to travel!

My fellow passengers down to Sydney were an interesting mix. I was lucky again to be assigned a bulkhead seat in premier economy and was seated beside a nice doctor and a young woman who began her conversation by moaning about Singapore. She said she hated the place because it was so organised and then proceeded to anally create a very organised space all around her. She even spread over into my seat for most of the flight which led me to be almost sitting on the doctor. Then as we neared Sydney she flew into a rage about me taking up her space before sitting almost on top of me to get an ariel view of the city. After fussing and faffing all the way to OZ she left the plane apologising for her behaviour...Welcome to Australia!

Singapore. Friday 15th December 2006.

My day begins with a visit to the colourful shutters of the Old Hill Street Police Station. Unlike the Hill Street Police Station of my youth (in the Vale of Leven) this is a colossal building in the colonial tradition of mammoth building tasks.

This is an appropriate building to have become the home of the Ministry of Information, Communication and the Arts since between 1845-1856 the site was home to the Singapore Assembly Rooms as well as a school.

The Police Station and Barracks were designed by the Public Works Department in 1930 under F. Dorrington Ward. When completed four years later it was the largest building in Singapore at six storeys and 911 windows. It remained a police post during the occupation and up until 1980 when a housing priority scheme for the Singapore Police Force was introduced and policemen were able to buy their own flats. The last occupant left the building in 1979.

On to that other staple of emergency services and the Central Fire Station. This 1909 building was a major step towards modern firefighting in Singapore and like the police station it was built with residential quarters along with the garages for the newly available motorised fire engines. The building design incorporated a central tower for fire watching and drying out hoses in a building very similar to the old Fire Station in Eastbourne.

Nineteenth century Singapore with its narrow streets and crowded houses meant that fire could spread quickly resulting in massive devastation to property and serious loss of life. Despite three fire stations having already been built it was only when the municipal authorities employed the Father of the Singapore Fire Service, Montague Pett, from Kent, Englnd (the colony's first professional fireman) that he called for a modern central station.

Following Singapore's worst ever fire in the Bukit Ho Swee, Kampong (or Village); housing provision for everyone dramatically improved. A new estate was built on the site by the Housing and Development Board such that today over 80% of Singapore's residents live in HDB flats. A true model of social progress!

Operating in the world's second densest population area the Singapore Civil Defence Force are the world leaders in all aspects of fire safety for high rise living. The active fire and civil protection programme in this city reminds everyone that their comfort and prosperity depend as much on operational effectiveness in times of peace as in emergency; and that everyone has a role to play. This 21st century city has certainly learned the lessons of its history. It is so advanced, and I didn't think I would enjoy the Civil Defence Heritage Gallery...its fantastic!

On now for lunch at the Hog's Breath Cafe at Chijmes.

In the wall of the Chijmes complex is The Gate of Hope. This small gate in the Convent of the Holy Infant Jesus is where many babies were abandoned in baskets to be entrusted to the care of the sisters of the convent. Such was the origin of the Home for Abandoned Babies.

For over 100 years the orphanage was home to children from poor or broken families as well as unwanted babies. The orphanage took in many baby Chinese girls born in the year of the tiger because of the strong superstitious belief that "Tiger Girls" would bring bad luck to their families. In 1968, the Mother Superior noted that this practice had stopped as there was a marked change in the superstitious belief. The convent was founded in 1854 by the French Catholic missionary Father Jean Marie Beurel.

The world over we walk each and every day passed important points in human history (local and tourist alike) ignorant of their significance. As I stand here contemplating this insignificant gate I realise that Singapore is no different.

The Cathedral of the Good Shepherd is much more than the home of the relics of the French/Korean Saint Laurent Imbert. Ordained a priest in Paris on December 18th 1819 and sent as a missionary to Sechuan, China; he is considered to be the first priest to visit the few catholics living in Singapore when he arrived in December 1821. He reached China in March 1825 and was beheaded for his faith near Seoul on September 21st 1839 leading to his beatification with the Korean Martyrs on July 5th 1925. He was canonised on 6th May 1984 in Seoul.

My next port of call is the Civilian War Memorial dedicated to all those who perished during the 1942-1945 Japanese occupation. The four vertical pillars sore 70 metres high to form an obelisk that symbolises the shared wartime experiences of the Chinese, Malay, Indian and other races with the remains of unknown victims interred beneath. The monument was unveiled on the 25th anniversary of the Fall of Singapore.

If there is one thing I have learned on this project it is the harsh realities of man's inhumanity to man. Both on a personal level and through the cultural and historical experiences I have had I am only too well aware that we choose not to learn the lessons of history and that we go from one generation to the next seeking to destroy others and gain a personal wealth that even the Egyptians could not take with them. For one thing my experiences are making me more spiritually aware of the good that can come from belief in God and service to others. Speaking of God now on to St Andrew's...

St Andrew's Cathedral is actually the second building on this site with the first St Andrew's Church built between 1835 and 1837 and designed in a neo-classical style by G.D.Coleman. After being struck by lightening twice the building was declared unsafe and the present cathedral built between 1856 and 1861 by Ronald MacPherson.

Like the Cathedral of the Good Shepherd this building has a truly colonial feel of fans and vents; but as the established church in the Empire it is much more ornate and luxurious.

Singapore's municipal architects from the 1860's until the 1920's: G.D.Coleman, J.F.McNair, John Bennet and Frank Dorrington Ward designed in the classical renaissance style.

The Civic District was the historic birthplace of Singapore where the early settlers lived and worked and it became the seat of British Colonial Government.

The grand buildings of this area are reflective of the muscular Christianity on which the Empire was founded.

The Municipal Building was built between 1926 and 1929 and named City Hall when Singapore became a city (by Royal Charter) in 1951. It was here that the British accepted the surrender of the Japanese on September 12th 1945 and where Lee Kuan Yew as Prime Minister proclaimed self government for Singapore on June 5th 1959. Again it was the City Hall that was the venue for the announcement of merger with Malaysia on September 16th 1963 and where full independence was declared on August 9th 1965. The F.D.Meadows designed building served the Municipal Council which had been created in 1856 to manage town services and which continued in existence until 1963.

The Padang, a Malay word meaning flat field, has been an open space in the city since Raffles Town Plan of 1822 and it remains the civic space for national events.

City Hall together with the former Supreme Court next door will re-open again in 2012 as a museum housing the national art collection. The Supreme Court was the last of the colonial pre-war buildings to be opened (on August 3rd 1939 by the Governor Sir Shenton Thomas).

The colonial buildings of the Empire were always strong and muscular to emphasise the power of an "Empire on which the sun would never set". No wonder the people of Singapore were lulled into a false sense of security in Fortress Singapore.

The city of today has taken the best of its past in all senses including architecture and blended this with the modernity of the 21st century. From the mini St Paul's dome of the Supreme Court building we blend with the Niemeyeresque space ship of the new court complex opened in 2005.

The Court or Parliament House was completed in 1827 and is said to be the oldest government building in Singapore. It was designed to be a residence for John Argyll Maxwell, one of the three original magistrates appointed by Stamford Raffles. Designed by G.D.Coleman it was built on land designated for government use and so on completion Maxwell leased the building to the government. Outside stands a statue of an elephant commemorating the 1871 visit of the Supreme King of Siam to Singapore, the first foreign land to be visited by a Siamese monarch.

A short stroll to the Singapore River and here we find Raffles Landing Site where he came ashore on January 28th 1819.

Heading back towards the Victoria Halls I pass the Dalhousie Obelisk built to commemorate the visit to Singapore of the Governor-General of India, Lord Dalhousie and his wife in 1850 when Singapore was a thriving port under the East India Company.

The Victoria Concert Hall and theatre complex have an interesting history. The theatre was originally the Town Hall and built to replace the Assembly Rooms. It only became the Victoria Theatre in 1909. The neighbouring Concert Hall was completed in 1905 as the Victoria Memorial Hall and in 1979 it became the home of the Singapore Symphony Orchestra.

The statue of Sir Stamford Raffles that stands in front of the Victoria Theatre is the original with the statue at North Boat Quay (Raffles Landing Site) actually a replica.

Well I couldn't resist afternoon tea at Raffles on my last full day in Singapore and so I head off to experience the traditional Christmas tea in the Bar & Billiard Room with Raffles blended tea.

Sadly for Raffles...in the vain of afternoon tea, the young pretender at The Fullerton takes the crown.

I go on to explore the hotel complex and could not resist having my photograph taken with the Scottish Fountain then its back to the Bar and Billiard Room (the first in Singapore to have a lady bartender and where famously in 1907 the legendary tiger was spotted hiding under a billiard table) for a Million Dollar Cocktail.

The Million Dollar Cocktail was once as popular as the Singapore Sling and was invented by that legendary Raffles bartender Mr Ngiam Tong Boon in the early 1900's. Its notoriety was enhanced when it featured in Somerset Maugham's barside tale "The Letter". The tangy bitter-sweet creation contains 30ml of Gin, 7.5 ml of Sweet Vermouth and 7.5 ml of Dry Vermouth, 120ml of pineapple juice, a dash of egg white and a dash of Angostura Bitters.

At one end of the Padang lies the Singapore Recreation Club with a history that mirrors both the city and the growing liberalisation and civilisation of developed society. From social exclusivity to multiracial and sexually inclusive co-existence in the pursuit of sporting excellence.

Travelling down Queen Elizabeth Walk you first encounter the splendid fountain dedicated to Tan Kim Seng who made a generous donation to the cost of the Singapore Water Works. He was the second Asian Justice of the Peace in the City and active in the world of education, particularly the Chinese Free School. He recognised the health importance of an adequate water supply. His ambitious plans for the cities first water works however were only implemented after his death. This beautiful fountain could infact be a feature of any British Municipal Park.

The Cenotaph is modelled on those found at home and all over the British Empire. The ceremonial stone was actually laid in the presence of Clemenceau with the monument being unveiled by the Prince of Wales on March 31st 1922. Louis Mountbatten, who would return to Singapore as Supreme Commander South East Asia Command and receive the Japanese surrender at the City Hall on September 12th 1945 was in the Duke of Windsor's entourage.

Walking on you pass the controversial Indian National Army Monument which is dedicated to the unknown warrior and was built with Japanese support by the collaborators of the Indian National Army who worked with the occupiers in pursuit of liberating India by force from the British. The foundation stone here was laid by Subhas Chandra Bose in July 1945; a traitor who led the Indian National Army in Singapore from 1943. The British on returning to Singapore demolished the "memorial" barely two months later!

From here you will come across the memorial to the great Chinese war hero Major-General Lim Bo Seng. A prominent Singapore businessman who joined the underground resistance section of 136 Force leading the Malayan Chinese Section. He was captured on March 27th 1944 by the Japanese and tortured for anti-Japanese activities being murdered at the age of 35 on June 29th 1944. He was subsequently buried after the war with full military honours here in Singapore.

I conclude my walking tour at the Jewel of the Padang, The Singapore Cricket Club established here in 1852. A home for hockey, football, rugby, tennis, bowls, squash, billiards and snooker, as well as cricket; like the Singapore Recreation Club it traces the colonies history from its beginnings as a tent to the present colonial building of 1907 that was to first admit women in 1938, serve as a temporary hospital in the Battle for Singapore and become a luxury restaurant/bar for Japanese officers in the occupation. The building was to be requisitioned by the British military administration on liberation before being returned to become an international multi-racial membership club.

Night is beginning to fall as I sit here looking out across the Singapore River at Boat Quay. I am joined by a lovely old Chinese gent (a trishaw driver) as we talk about old Singapore.

I think I must have been Asian in a former life. I have always enjoyed my travels in the Far East more than anywhere else. I love the people, the history, the culture. I am not saying that I regret discovering South America first hand but I am fascinated by the East and have been since I was a small boy listeneing on my Papa's knee to his tale of his life in the Orient.

Tonight is my chance to take to the river and I do so on a traditional bumboat tour. Bumboats have two eyes painted at the front in order that the boat can see where it is going and as a symbol of good luck.

I dine this evening at Renn Thai at Clarke Quay and enjoy a Tiger Beer, the national beer of Singapore. Sadly this is the first poor dinner I have and the only poor service I encounter in Singapore but what can you expect in an area designed for the expat and tourist market?

Interestingly I read an article today in the Straits Times pointing out that football (in the current Asian Games) is bringing all Iraq together. Iraq are finalists. This highlights the points I made in an article about the importance of sport in nation building published some years ago!

Thursday, December 14, 2006

Singapore. Thursday 14th December 2006.

Today I am off to Sentosa, Singapore's Island Resort. My first stop will be the Western tip of the island and Fort Siloso which was built in the 1880's to guard the Western entrance to Keppel Harbour and is a sister fort to Fort Pasir Panjang. The two forts served to protect the valuable coal stocks stored in the harbour.

Like the fortifications at Fort Pasir Panjang, Fort Siloso's fortifications were developed through the 1890's and strengthened in the 1930's with this fort also participating in the Battle for Singapore in 1942.

However here at Siloso the fort was destined to become a prisoner of war camp during the Japanese occupation.Returned to the British in 1945 the fort was handed over to the Singapore Maritime Command in 1967 and in 1972 it became a historical site when the island of Pulau Blakang Mati was renamed Sentosa and developed for recreation.

Japan was initially neutral on the outbreak of WWII, but with the collapse of France and Holland this left their possessions in the Far East open to a Japanese takeover.
To counter act such Japanese economic activity the US placed an embargo on the export of strategic raw materials and by June of 1941 all Japanese assets in the US had been seized. You could thus argue that circumstances left the Japanese with no option but to fight or surrender?

Japan after all had the problem of a large population concentrated on a few islands with few raw materials to support their industrial economy.

The British had wrongly assumed that 200 miles of Malayan jungle would prevent a Japanese attack on Singapore by land; and just like the Iraq situation of today, a divided command structure meant that the greatest toll was taken on the civilian population as services fell apart and the city descended into chaos.

Post war you need to have an immediate strategy to maintain order and to restore the instruments of civilian life as soon as possible and the Japanese certainly had such administrative abilities. Irrespective of the ethical rights and wrongs of the situation the Japanese, like the Germans in the early part of the war were very organised and efficient.

This is another exceptionally good museum but I am stopped in my tracks around 1pm by the tropical rains and thunder taking shelter just outside the tunnel C complex.

I love the special touches here like the old bus and the reinactment of the Surrender Chambers.

My next stop will be the Southernmost Point of Continental Asia at Palawan Beach. You can tell this is not South America because the beach is strewn with people's belongings as they swim merrily without fear of theft.

Climbing the two observation towers you not only get an excellent view of the huge amount of shipping here in Singapore but also the rapid commercial development of this island.

Eventually eating, I lunch at Samundar on the beach before heading off to the Merlion. Singapore's tallest icon at 37m you get wonderful panoramas from the viewing decks.

In ancient times Singapore was known as Temasek and it was a centre of trade, just as today. At the end of the 4th century AD Temasek was destroyed. Temasek is a Javanese word for sea and according to Malay Annals legend has it that Prince Sang Nila Utama of the Sri Vijaya Empire rediscovered the island in the 11th century. On landing he saw a strange wild beast that he later discovered was a lion. Intrigued and impressed by the size of the beast he named the island Singapura a sanskrit word for lion (singa) city (Pura).

The Merlion is a symbol of Temasek and modern Singapore with its lion head alluding to the fabled beast that once roamed the ancient island state; whilst its fish body symbolises Singapore's origins as a prosperous sea port.


Indeed looking out from the Merlion on to the Straits of Singapore Pulau Sebarok, Pulau Bukum and Pulau Ayer Chawan form the largest oil refining centre in the world. More than 50 shipping lines link to more than 700 ports worldwide and some 60,000 vessels call upon the port of Singapore (the world's second busiest) every year!

Tonight I dine with the team from my sister's office here in Singapore at No Signboard Seafood on the Esplanade before taking a walk out along the Esplanade and on to the Merlion on Singapore Island.

We finish the night off with drinks at Baroque in Chijmes.

Singapore. Wednesday 13th December 2006.

The focus of my day today will be the National Museum of Singapore, this recently re-opened museum is worth seeing if only for the building itself.

In today's globalised world, cultural traditions and history take on a new urgency, not as fixed, unchanging constants from the past but rather, as vibrant sources of ideas for the creation of new forms and practices in the contemporary world. Many of these traditions fall within the realm of intangible heritage, which are embodied in the performer's body and in orally transmitted practices, rather than texts and objects. With this dynamic stance on cultural heritage and renewal as our curatorial theme, we welcome you to the National Museum of Singapore's Opening Festival 2006.

Complementing the new permanent galleries on Singapore history and culture, the artistic works in the festival explore the varying perspectives and stances that contemporary artists have adopted towards complex issues of cultural traditions and their relevance. They demonstrate how each generation of artists create cultures anew by deconstructing or reconstructing - often at times in startling ways - practices and forms we sometimes take for granted.


As promised this museum certainly does deepen your discovery of cultural traditions in our cotemporary culture.

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I only asked for directions to the Maria Theresia exhibition and was given the gift of complimentary entry. The main exhibition for the opening takes us to the Austria of Maria Theresia, known as the Mother Empress of Habsburg Austria.

Maria Theresia Walburga Amalia Christina, was like that other great Empress, Catherine of Russia, a woman of extraordinary talent. In 1740 she became the only woman ever to rule the Habsburg dynasty which stretched from Austria to take in much of the present Czech Republic, Poland, Hungary, Serbia & Montenegro, Romania, northern Italy and Belgium.

This was an age of change and with the growing economic influence of the New World and Asia the foundations of absolute monarchy were being shaken.

The period of the enlightenment brought the thinkers and philosophers of the day to push humanism to new levels and saw the creation of the notion of an egalitarian social order and ethics based governance.

Indeed, here in Singapore the city itself was an enlightenment project as part of Europes' renewed efforts overseas in response to the challenges to the old order created by the fall of the French monarchy. Sir Stamford Raffles was a man of enlightened pragmatism who had himself experienced the Napoleonic War in which men were fighting for that new construct; the nation. He came from a base that thus embraced the egalitarian spirit, a value Europe and its leaders were to grapple with for many years to come.

In the mould of that other great female ruler (Catherine The Great of Russia), Maria Theresia had an instinctive military inclination and she initiated many long-lasting bureaucratic, religious and educational reforms and like Catherine, she was an ardent patron of the arts.

Under her patronage as Duchess of Milan, the Teatro alla Scala (probably the most famous opera house in the world) was opened in 1773.

Prior to her rule provincial landowners had the authority to raise army recruits paid for by local taxation. Maria Theresia recognised that this was a threat to her rule and the Empire's existence as power was concentrated in the hands of lesser nobles whose loyalty could waver. Thus Maria Theresia developed a master plan for a centralised army of some 108,000 men who would have standardised dress and arms, organised regiments and enforced discipline and training camps. Such soldiers would be well paid and enjoy a security of career previously unknown. Officers were to be educated in military matters and orders were to be taken directly from the Empress.

Like our present Queen, Maria Theresia had the instinctive ability to separate her natural inclinations to matriarchal duties and her role in state and like the Queen she exhibited a solid sense of integrity to her regal duties...Catherine The Great on the other hand was naturally ruthless.

In some ways I can draw parallels with modern day South America. This is the sort of centralised planning that has proven itself a best fit with local cultures. When dictators have come to power on this continent they have offered order and security (just as Maria Theresia offered to her military) as opposed to the chaos that traditionally prevails across a continent desperately in need of greater educational provision and security of opportunity.

We could learn from Maria Theresia the importance of commonality from the way she brought nationalism to her far-flung peoples by bringing them together under one banner as Austrian in so doing creating a sense of pride in nationhood. She separated the departments of justice and the police, a lesson that many South American countries need to learn, in order that one could not be corrupted by the other and she avoided the "French problem" by freeing the peasantry from bondage.

By standardising the legal system and freeing education from the overarching power of the Jesuits lessons could now be conducted in a common language of German and mathematics could be introduced to the curriculum. Medieval and modern history, military and civil instruction and foreign languages gained prominence and a well rounded individual was sought with fencing, dancing and riding introduced.

The key however to her educational success was in the extension of education to the poor with recognition of the advantages of an educated populace...the developing world should take note!

That is not to say that it was always easy for Maria Theresia. She was the accidental Empress for her ascending the throne was simply the result of her father Emperor Karl VI having no male heirs. Yet she convinced hostile provinces by conspicious projects to reflect the wisdom of her ideas. She was a paternalistic ruler long before companies like Polaroid or Nissan recognised the importance of such governance.

From the Regalia and Medal of the Order of the Golden Fleece, the relic of Saint Francis Xavier to the writing desk of her daughter Marie Antoinette this was a remarkable exhibition.

The strong rules of social etiquette enforced allowed for an orderly and gentrified society.

My own educational journey this year has reconfirmed for me the importance of a well rounded education in creating an orderly and peaceful society...compare former colonies such as those in South America with Singapore, Australia or New Zealand to prove my point.

Appropriately I had lunch at Wiener Kaffeehaus, the Viennese coffee house and roastery in the museum.

Other highlights I enjoyed were The Building Remembers/Remembering The Building by Matthew Ngui. This is a video art wall that integrates seamlessly with the existing architectural structure. The aim being to create a concourse wall that becomes a canvas for artistic expression: teasing and expounding the merits of the imagnation.

The museum building is beautiful. Designed by H.E.McCallum and Major J.F.McNair and built between 1886-87 it housed the original Singapore Museum and Library, The Raffle's, and was re-named the National Museum in 1960.

Continuing the architectural theme,Seeds by Han Sai Por 2006 is a unique sculpture both to this museum and the world because it is the first time a museum has commissioned sculptures using material excavated on site.

The Singapore artist used base rock excavated from Fort Canning Hill displaced as a result of the redevelopment of the museum and used this to explore possibilities and growth through nature's form. Much like the museum's development that delved into Fort Canning Hill to give birth to its new extension; Seeds is site specific and captures the essence of the growth, possibilities and creativity of the museum in its transformation.

Another Han Sai Por piece that I loved was 20 Tonnes, an installation of six parts carved and hewn out of a single quarried granite rock. You are welcome to explore the texture, the rugged rawness of the material up close or simply to stand back and marvel at the monumental scale of this work.

For the last seven years I have had the privilege of teaching the beautiful people of the Far East, predominantly in my Business Education classes. My experiences in South America almost halted my travel and I can think of nowhere better than Singapore to restore my confidence.

In many ways Singapore is a metaphor for this project. It is a unique multicultural community wonderfully ignorant of race, colour or creed. Singapore is a genuine melting pot and an example to the world of the potential of human endeavour when a population is educated and cultured.

Education after all is something you will still have when you've forgotten everything you have learned.

Speaking of culture this museum is a genuine wonder. It is a testament to the hardworking people of this country that it is filled with people of all ages furthering their own educations.

Appropriately Singapore was the David Chan piece Singa Merlionus 2006 based on the myth that during the 14th century Sang Nila Utama, a Prince of Palembang sighted a mighty lion in the jungle and it is said that he renamed the island Singapura after the lion. The culmination of this myth was the famous Lim Nang Seng Merlion sculpture of 1971. The myth even has the Merlion coming to rest on Sentosa now and then, hence the Merlion attraction in the Sentosa fun park.

Contours Of A Rich Manoeuvre 2006 by Suzann Victor is a swinging installation of eight chandeliers above the link bridge that brings a touch of Disney to the museum. Sited at 3 metres above the floor of the bridge and 1.5 metres apart the chandeliers swing across the bridge either in sequence or in a staggered pattern. Maximum brightness being achieved on the inward arch.

From the museum I head for a well deserved afternoon tea in The Courtyard at The Fullerton Hotel.

A particularly English institution dating from the early Victorian period, apart from the tea all traditional dishes are native to the British Isles...scones, clotted cream, jam, cucumber, sandwiches and tea cakes. For the connoisseur only plain tea (perhaps with a slice of lemon) but no milk or sugar is acceptable.

This wonderful building is the former General Post Office for the city and what a post office it must have been; and what a luxury hotel it is today!

What could be more perfect than afternoon tea accompanied by live classical music from the balcony above?

I even manage to make it to the Long Bar at Raffles for my first ever Singapore Sling, authentic right down to the peanuts on the floor. A shame though that the wicker fans now move to electric rather than human power but good to see that just as they are created Ballentine's and J & B sit side by side on the shelves of the bar as they once did at home in Dumbarton.

The Singapore Sling was created by the turn-of-the-century Hainanese-Chinese bartender Ngiam Tong Boon. Originally meant to be a woman's drink it has an attractive pink colour and consists of 30ml of Gin, 15ml of Cherry Brandy, 120ml of pineapple juice, 15ml of lime juice, 7.5 ml of Cointreau, 7.5ml of Dom Benedictine, 10ml of Grenadine, a dash of Angostura Bitters and granished with a slice of pineapple and a cherry.

Tonight I visit the world's first Night Safari where we are reminded clearly that 6% of the Earths land area is covered by rainforest that contains some 90% of the worlds plants and animals. Why then are we so destructive with this very scarce resource?

Maybe it is because we preserve what we love, love what we understand and understand what we have been taught. Education, particularly in South America is vital if we are to preserve. After a lovely curry it is time to head back to the hotel.

Tuesday, December 12, 2006

Singapore. Tuesday 12th Deember 2006.

Today I head out to the Labrador Secret Tunnel exhibition in Labrador Park. The park is named after the bay which it overlooks and according to the publicity material you will

"Discover the sights and sounds of wartime Singapore amidst an oasis of tranquility and natural wonder!"

Labrador park is set on a cliffside looking out to sea and the site was originally the home of the prominent Singapore ship chandler George Mansfield who had Labrador Villa built in 1881.

Commanding one side of the Western entrance to Keppel Harbour, the British felt the site ideal for defensive installations.

In 1878 as part of a defensive review, forts were built on either side of the harbour entrance. Fort Pasir Panjang was built on Labrador on the Northern side.

From 1878 until the fall of Singapore to the Japanese in 1942 there were defensive works, gun emplacements, tunnels and ammunition stores on the site. Indeed, in the 1920's the guns were increased from 2 to 6.

By the 1930's, with the growing Japanese naval threat, a naval base was built in Singapore to house the British naval fleet in the East. To protect this base the gun fortifications were upgraded along Singapore's Southern coast. Two new and modern guns were mounted on the site which was renamed Labrador Battery. The guns ceased fire on 13th February 1942, just before the surrender.

The tunnel complex was only re-discovered in 2001. The British had blown part of the complex up to prevent use by the Japanese when Singapore fell. All maps and documents were destroyed and the area eventually became overgrown. The tunnel complex was only re-discovered when the area was subject to re-development.

The mentality of Fortress Singapore is all too evident in the local newspapers of the time which reflect an ignorance of the looming disaster even after the Japanese had invaded the Malay penninsula.

Indeed, particularly after last nights Tiffin Curry, I noted an advert on the front page of The Singapore Free Press, Saturday January 31st 1942 for the Sea View Hotel who were offering a Tiffin Curry Special served between 12.30 and 2.30 on the Sunday.

I dined today at The Olive in Labrador Park, which is also a beautiful site to explore flora and fauna.

This afternoon I took myself on a self-guided tour of Singapore's Colonial Era homes. These homes of high society were constructed in the 1920's and 1930's and they are known as Black and Whites, built as they were in Mock Tudor style.

The areas of Chatsworth Road and Ridley Park offer the best surviving examples and so I took myself off down Chatsworth Road past the huge Indonesian Embassy and on my way. It is normally the American Embassy that wins the award for ridiculously large and hideous architecture, but the Indonesian's are certainly up for some praise for this effort.

There are some lovely modern homes here, like number 8 Chatsworth Road; but I have to say that efforts like number 2 Ridley Park could possibly be the most hideous home I have ever seen. With five ferrari's parked in the bay and a collection of other exclusive cars, this home dominated by a giant golden eagle statue is a reflection of the fact that money certainly does not buy taste. Number 2A next door is almost as bad and so on the Ridley Park leg of my walk I am glad when I get to number 16.

Anyway, back in Chatsworth Road there are lots of modern homes but when you stumble across originals like Number 3, number 17 (with its stone tigers racing across the lawn), numbers 20 or 23 or 24...you can only imagine what it must have been like for the owners who were raped from their homes by the invading Japanese. Another noteworthy property is number 305 Tanglin Road where I cross to explore Ridley Park.

Typical of the domestic architecture of the wealthy in this period the homes all have high ceilings and in the colonial style of the tropics they house shaded verandahs and covered walkways connecting the servants quarters to the main house.

Once you pass number 6 in the cul-de-sac time seems to have stood still amongst this stunning collection of black and whites. From the cane furniture of the verandah to the thumping of the tennis ball...modern pools seem to be the only concession to change and it is glorious.

Walking through the army area of Loewen Road I spied an old colonial balcony on one of the old army buildings and could picture the Japanese barking orders from such venues during the occupation.

As I headed over to explore the warehouse area at the end of Loewen Road I must have been quite a sight...what's it they say...only mad dogs and Englishmen go out in the midday sun. Well, a very nice lady in one of the many warehouses took pity on this Scotsman bringing me out a glass of water. After a very pleasant conversation and viewing some really lovely garden furniture I headed off again to see St George's Church.

The church was built in 1911 as a replacement for the old garrison church of the 1890's to serve the spiritual needs of the British forces stationed here at the Tanglin Barracks. Open sided with shutters and fans hanging from the ceiling, the church however remains unmistakably English from its plaques to its woven kneelers this could be the Home Counties in 21st Century Singapore.

Tonight I am hitting the town again this time being entertained by Chong from my sisters office here in Singapore.

I am getting the chance to dine like a local on chickenrice at Boon Tong Kee Little Gourmet on River Valley Road where I am the only Westerner in this locals establishment.

Irene, Chong and I then head to Mount Faber, the highest point of the city to take in the night view before heading off in the car on a tour of the city ending on the Esplanade.

Singapore. Monday 11th December 2006.

This morning I head out to The Changi Museum commemorating the situation in Singapore following the fall of the city on February 15th 1942. More than 100,000 Allied soldiers were to be incarcerated by the Japanese Imperial Army and Changi was to serve as the main prisoner-of-war camp.

It is ironic that the Changi area before militarisation by the British had hosted a Japanese hotel amongst its rubber plantations and seaside bungalows.

Here in Changi some 50,000 POWs were housed in the prisons buildings and environs.

Changi Gaol was the most modern civilian prison in the British Empire when it was opened in 1937 for a maximum of 600 prisoners. By 1942 the prison had become the home to the internees of colonial high society and by 1945 it had become home to more than 10,000 POWs. The iconic Changi Jail was only demolished in 2005, however a 180 metre stretch of wall in Upper Changi Road North including the main gate, two guard towers and the clock from the clock tower have been preserved.

The irony was not lost on me that the internees were actually held behind British built walls and locked in by padlocks from Chubb of London.

A similar irony lies in the fact that the Kempeitai (the secret police) set up their HQ and torture centre in what had formerly been the Young Mens Christian Association building on Orchard Road.

The museum has many highlights, most famously the Changi Murals. The originals and those here in the recreated St Luke's Chapel were created by Stanley Warren. As a POW he was imprisoned in Changi suffering greatly from malnutrition.

The improvised Changi Chapels that were created by POWs offered the solace of religion at a time of great torment.

St Luke's was the chapel created in the Roberts Hospital area of the camp and the original murals still remain in Block 151 along Martlesham Road in what is now a high-security military area.

The re-created murals in the museum were painted by the Romanian artist Valeriu Sepi and completed in 1988 by Stanley Warren and fellow ex-POW Wally Hammond.

The original chapel was in a small room on the ground floor of Block 151 and as a prison hospital chapel it was dedicated to St Luke who, as a physician, tended St Paul when he was in captivity.

The murals were created in the following order:

PEACE ON EARTH TO MEN OF GOODWILL. The Nativity was the first of the murals completed and the three kings were depicted of different racial origins as a symbol of universal brotherhood.

GO AND TEACH THE NATIONS I AM WITH YOU was the second mural and depicted the Ascension.

FATHER FORGIVE THEM THEY KNOW NOT WHAT THEY DO. What an appropriate sentiment for a time of persecution and the Crucifixion was the third of these inspirational murals created.

THIS IS MY BLOOD OF THE NEW TESTAMENT WHICH IS SHED FOR MANY and at a time of malnutrition the symbolism of the Last Supper was certainly not lost on the internees.

ONLY LUKE IS WITH ME. The fifth and final mural of St Luke in Prison again evokes thought processes in the community and reminds us all that suffering is a worldwide condition of man.

Despite poor health Warren designed and completed all five murals which measure at least six feet high and four feet wide. The beauty and magnificence of the artwork would have been a source of strength and hope inspiring his fellow POWs.

Another highlight were the Changi Quilts which are a "testament to the courage, ingenuity and perseverance of the women internees of Changi...initiated by Ethel Mulvaney [they alleviated] the boredom and frustration of incarceration [and] provided the women with the means to communicate with the male internees...under the pretext of a gift".

The original British Quilt is on display at the British Red Cross Museum in Guildford, Surrey.

The museum for me served as a reminder of the faith and strength of the human spirit. When you endure hardships the only real option is to grow stronger and survive. It teaches you the value of resilience, discipline, self-sufficiency and determination.

The museum is a font from which we should all feed to learn more about man's inhumanity to man. From the sketches of the wartime artists to the resources of the Changi University (named after the informal education system established by the POWs during imprisonment) to the recreated Changi Chapel (a symbolic replica of the primitive churches and chapels that the POWs and civilian internees built during imprisonment)this place serves as an education reminding us of the many who have made the ultimate sacrifice so that we can live as we do today. Everyone should visit this place!

In the Battle for Singapore the Argyll and Sutherland Highlanders were the last detachment to leave Malaya marching across the causeway with the bagpipes playing Highland Laddie.

With the final surrender signed in the boardroom of the American owned Ford factory, so began the Japanese occupation when for example the Trishaw was introduced to the cities streets in a bid to save oil.

We must however remember that there are always two sides to a story and the Western Allies had been interfering in Japanese affairs since the end of World War One, economically threatened as they were by Japanese expansion in China for example.

I remember rushing all the way there (to the official surrender ceremony). I was not going to miss it for the world. We cheered the British and jeered at the Japanese. I felt great. It was as if I had started living all over again...so wrote Heng Chiang Ki in the Straits Times of September 11th 1995...just six years later to the day the world was again plunged into turmoil and from that day to this a sense of living was lost.

Despite the continuing stupidity of man the power of human faith endures. For three and a half years life was to be a constant struggle against humiliation, loss of freedom, hunger and disease. Yet it is in times of adversity such as these that we find the hero and the inspiration inside ourselves.

In the Changi Chapel I learned about Tsuru. According to Japanese legend anyone folding 1000 paper cranes will have their wish come true. Sadako Sasaki began this process hoping to find a cure for the Leukaemia she contracted as a result of the radiation fallout following the dropping of Little Boy (the atomic bomb) on Hiroshima. Whilst in her hospital ward, and on seeing the suffering of the other children she wished for world peace and an end to suffering. As such since World War Two Tsuru has become a symbol of world peace.

I enjoyed lunch at the Bark Café at the museum before heading back into the city to continue my investigations of Singapore.

I took an evening stroll along the Singapore River through the ultra trendy Clarke Quay and passing the Central Fire Station enroute to Raffles I had to do a double take to check I wasn't back in Eastbourne.

My journey as I said was to that icon of Singapore Raffles Hotel.

The venue is spectacular particularly as it is decorated for Christmas. I am determined not to let the robbers of South America prevent me from enjoying all this journey has to offer and skint as I am, I am dining in the Tiffin Room on North Indian Cuisine.

The Raffles Tiffin Room was opened in 1892 and run by the Sarkies brothers in Commercial Square, now known as Raffles Place. It was a grand and popular restaurant seating up to 200 people with punkahs to keep the place cool. When the restaurant closed down around 1910, the Sarkies carried on the tradition of serving their delicious Tiffin Curry from Raffles Hotel's Main Dining Room, later re-named the Tiffin Room.

Tiffin Curry traces its origins to India, when men would go to work with their lunches conveniently packed in a tiffin carrier. This three-tiered container usually comprised rice or chapati, a vegetable dish and a tasty curry prepared by wives or servants. When the British first came East, they adopted the same practice as they preferred to eat hygienic, home-cooked meals. The curry, however, was modified so that it would be less spicy. Through the years, Tiffin Curry evolved into a luncheon spread which was served in grand hotels and the tiffin room in Singapore. This often consisted of curry and side-dishes of eggs, chicken, prawns, aubergines, pickles and mango chutney: accompanied by rice, Indian breads or crackers.

Speaking of crime...Singapore prides itself on being almost completely crime free and its so clean you could eat your dinner off the pavements.

I am having the time of my life. I have always loved the East and I am so glad to be back here. It will take a lot for this period not to be the highlight of this trip.

This was arguably the nicest curry I have ever had; its certainly the most expensive and without a doubt the most sumptuous!

In my life I have been lucky enough to dine in and stay in some of the world's greatest hotels and no hotel has ever come near the Grand Hotel in Eastbourne for quality...but I have got to admit that even those high standards have been surpassed by the service at Raffles, right down to knowing your name and addressing you as "Mr William".

My waiter, Naufal (who is studying engineering but wants to work in the hotel industry) could teach many hoteliers a thing or two about service.

Singapore seems to have all that Shanghai, Beijing and Hong Kong have, but there is no doubt that I have never felt as safe anywhere in the world!!

Personally I have gone from the lowest low and now I seem to be on the highest high. I was almost ready to quit this project but now more than ever I have the strength to go on.

Naufal even presents me with a Mango Lassi as a gift. This is a traditional Indian yoghurt drink that aids food digestion. I have had such a nice time and I even got to meet with the beautiful lady chef Bhawani...what a day!