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Wednesday, Nov 12 - 11 am "sneak peek"
Thursday, Nov 13 - high noon
Friday, Nov 14 - 1 PM
Saturday, Nov 15 - 2 pm - (ticketed)
Sunday - no show
Monday, Nov 17 - high noon
07 Official Reception for Palm Beach (Qld) SLSC instructional team at Waja SLSC, Kuta Beach, Bali, Indonesia. September 1977.
Before anything can happen in Indonesia there must first be a ceremony. We were rather surprised that the invitees included quite a number of stony-faced gentlemen from the military and the police. These people had the seats of honour in the front rows and simply exuded power. Not one stood higher than 5 feet 4 inches. Their military bearing and uniforms made them look 6 feet tall however.
These gents were very necessary invitees as the military had its fingers in every pie, political, economic and social. They were the backbone of Suharto's regime and thus indispensable sponsors of Waja Surf Life Saving Club. Nothing happened in Indonesia during the 1970s unless it had the blessing of President Suharto. His military and his civilian political party, Golkar, had members and observers everywhere. A coconut could not fall to earth without it being known to Golkar. Publically expressed political dissent was therefore nil.
Indonesia had annexed former Portuguese East Timor two years previously in 1975, ending the civil war raging in the former colony. The action only succeeded in uniting the fractious Timorese into resistance of the occupation. I blithely committed the blunder of asking various Indonesians what their opinion of this annexation was. People either politely excused themselves or launched into loud denunciations of Communism and accusations of Communist involvement in East Timor. This baffled me as most Indonesians are happy to chat about almost anything. It was pointed out to me that I was actually putting these people in a difficult position, as any undercover observer would be monitoring their response. Lots of Little Brothers were watching. I desisted with the public questions at this revelation.
Privately people were quite forthcoming with thoughts. We dropped in to one trainee's home one evening to find the family watching parliament on the television. Some watched proceedings with gravity while others did so with hilarity. Political commentary was alive and well behind closed doors.
I better understood the reticence to comment on politics publically when a wall in Denpasar was pointed out to me as the site of executions during the anti Communist purges of 1965-6. Anyone who was denounced as a Communist was summarily executed by religious and right-wing mobs that had tacit military support. An estimated 500,000 people were killed across Indonesia and 80,000 on Bali in the purges which rivaled Stalin's best efforts at eliminating rivals.
Putting the 80,000 in context, this represents 5% of the then population of Bali -- one person in every twenty. The bloodletting was so ferocious that unlike in other parts of Indonesia the military actually had to rein in their proxy executioners. This was particularly the case when the Balinese began massacring the Chinese shopkeepers.
My informants told me that the voices of the victims could still be heard crying out for mercy on occasion. I was inclined to believe that the Indonesians -- who are often strongly inclined towards mysticism -- would expect the spot to haunted and so expect to hear the voices. I heard only traffic and felt only sadness.
what would a medieval lecture hall look like? o.O
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At the Black Head SLSC surf club, New South Wales, Australia
Named after the Irish birthplace (Black Head Antrim) of the first settler William Hoy who moved to Black Head New South Wales, Australia, around 1881.
"Established in 1925, our dedicated Surf Live Savers have been patrolling Black Head beach for 90 years."
Black Head Beach is 1.6 km long running in a gentle east-facing arc between Redhead and Blackhead and is regarded as one of the best swimming beaches in the Manning Valley. It features large shady Norfolk Island pines, an ocean pool, picnic areas, and bbq's. The beach is patrolled during the swimming season (October to April) by both professional life guards during school holidays and by volunteer surf life savers from Blackhead Surf Life Saving Club on weekends and public holidays.
A rock pool is also located on the Black Head rock platform. It is backed by a single foredune with a creek running out across the southern end of the beach...
midcoast.nsw.gov.au
24 Palm Beach (Qld) SLSC visiting an artist's residence, Iseh, Bali, Indonesia. September 1977.
Gil Graham (far left) kept us all in order and regimentally dressed. Made broke ranks with the flower behind his ear (and later put it behind mine) but by and large Gil managed a spirited company of rugged individuals with his usual persuasive and sensible manner. No mean feat considering our ability to find trouble. I was loitering on a Denpasar bridge that spanned a polluted little waterway with Ken (Wolfman) Warner, John (Goanna) Mackay (far right in the photo) and a few others. A stern looking Indonesian policeman in full uniform, dark glasses and with sidearm on hip marched up to us and demanded, "You are from Palm Beach?" Despite the shirts we wore that were emblazoned with 'Palm Beach (Qld) SLSC' I was about to answer, "Never heard of the place, mate." I feared some further indiscretion by Wolfie and Goanna to match their extravagant exploits departing the Anker Bar on a Yamaha 100 cc while laden with full beer bottles or their spectacular mid-paddy collision with a water buffalo (the buffalo fared much better than the Yamaha). Unfortunately Wolfie beat me to the response and growled in his usual undiplomatic fashion "Yeah. And so what's that to you?" What's that to him? Wolfie, the guy has a cannon strapped to his thigh and a license to use it. He needs no more reason to ask any question he likes other that that. I was about to explain to the gent that Wolfie suffered delusions in hot weather and had mistaken the officer for a pub bouncer informing Wolfie that it was closing time, but before I could the officer broke into a huge grin and said, "My cousin is being trained by you and will now get a job as a hotel lifeguard." Suddenly we were all the very best of friends.
SUMNER SLSC; NOV11, 100 year reunion
IRB competition; part of the revived "Bone of Contention", between the Sumner and Taylors Mistake Surf lifeguards.
An historically accurate Elizabethan outfit created for SL Shakespeare Company's Hamlet Act 3 Scene 2 The Mousetrap
Available @ the New SL Globe Gift Shop SLurl.com/secondlife/sLiterary/23/13/23
Skin: [IC-skins] Dria 2 Cialia :: pale :: Reg
Eyes: [IC-eyes] Vidad 2 :: Maroon
Clothing: B@R First Queen
Clothing: SL Globe Theatre Gift Shop SLSC :: Ruff :: Neck :: Tall 2 Layers
Hair: Historical Heroines Miss Westenra
Shoes: Arundel Barmaid Boot
My face is as cold as I am aloof--
Womenfolk are not allowed on the stage,
Yet I, my heart, seek it like my true world
ongoing auditions...
in other news, casting for Twelfth Night continues!
(and King Lear as well!)
... and many others
40 Palm Beach (Qld) SLSC liaising with tourists while training Indonesians in surf lifesaving, Kuta Beach, Bali, Indonesia. September 1977
Splinter and her friends frequently dropped by whilst we were training. Our hospitality was faultless as they never lacked for attention. I Gde Barata, Gli Graham and Lloyd (Log) Kenny found that they were available on this occasion. Loggie has his Blue Book under his arm. The Blue Book was the ever ready reference book on all subjects concerning surf lifesaving.
Mark (Coco) Crampton had deduced by this stage that Splinter was disinterested in him. Not that he minded, having made the acquaintance of a rather stunning German girl named Ziggy. Miss Ziggy could have told us that she was the reigning Miss Bikini Bavaria and we would have unquestioningly believed her. Coco looked rather smug for the rest of the tour and was often inexplicably absent.
Guri (Gookie) Lluka had also met a German girl. Whilst Gookie was getting to know her under a coconut palm she began squirming and squealing. "What's up?" asks the perplexed Gookie. "Vants!" came the frantic reply. "Vants? What's vants?" Gookie soon found out when he discovered that he had crawling, biting and stinging ants in his pants. Gookie quickly was on his feet running for the surf bellowing "Flamin' vants!" at the top of his lungs. Years later we were still tormenting him about the "Vants!"