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Destination/<strong>Perth</strong><br />
Joy and pain<br />
A TRAVELER INDULGES IN SOME OF PERTH’S CURRENT PLEASURES<br />
AND COMES FACE-TO-FACE WITH SOME OF ITS PAST PAINS<br />
WORDS & PHOTOGRAPHS CHRIS VAN RYN<br />
I ENCOUNTER MY first murder<br />
victim. On the top of the skull<br />
is a distinct groove, about six<br />
centimetres long. The skeleton is<br />
missing its right foot and the right<br />
shoulder blade is broken. The skull<br />
returns my gaze with a gaping grin.<br />
This man, aged about 35, fell victim<br />
to a blade with enough force to<br />
cut into solid bone. His skeleton<br />
was excavated in 1963 and is now<br />
splayed out under glass just inside<br />
the entry to the Fremantle WA<br />
Maritime Museum.<br />
The man’s story is a subset of the<br />
story of the shipwreck of the Batavia<br />
off the coast of Western Australia<br />
in 1629. Those who survived were<br />
subjected to the infamous mutiny<br />
and massacre that took place on<br />
nearby Beacon Island.<br />
Fremantle is a short ferry ride<br />
across the Swan River from <strong>Perth</strong><br />
central. It has some noteworthy<br />
bookends: the first place the<br />
colonists landed in 1829, and the<br />
port where the last load of convicts<br />
was jettisoned in Australia.<br />
It is a town for walking:<br />
prepossessing, with boutique shops<br />
and eclectic hospitality housed in<br />
quaint historic dwellings. I find<br />
a large warehouse, bustling with<br />
people who congregate at long<br />
wooden tables, like a boarding<br />
school lunchroom – a tapa’s eatery<br />
called Bread in Common. There<br />
is a low hum of amalgamated<br />
conversations, words colliding in<br />
mid-air.<br />
I walk past a long, open kitchen.<br />
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There are baskets of fresh green<br />
sprouting grasses and rows of<br />
wooden boards with chunks of<br />
cheese, and hanging from the<br />
ceiling are dried herbs and garlics<br />
and red peppers. The chefs are<br />
actors in a play, moving backwards<br />
and forwards – frenetic yet<br />
organized.<br />
I’m ushered to the middle of<br />
a long bench and squeeze in next<br />
to groups either side. The social<br />
boundaries defined by separate<br />
tables are absent. By mid-tapa<br />
I’m deep in conversation with my<br />
neighbours, sentences linking like<br />
words in a crossword puzzle.<br />
“So you’re writing about<br />
<strong>Perth</strong>?”<br />
“Hmm, right,” I mumble<br />
through my mouthful.<br />
“How do you like it?”<br />
“Very much. It’s bustling with<br />
funky cafés and restaurants and<br />
yet it feels… like a country town.<br />
But you’re inside it, day to day.<br />
What do you think of <strong>Perth</strong>?”<br />
“<strong>Perth</strong>... is easy living. Life<br />
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Today the prison cells are used as tourist<br />
accommodation. Rottnest is both present<br />
paradise and past pain.<br />
is pretty relaxed here,” the guy<br />
opposite says, as he leans over and<br />
helps himself to one of my tapas.<br />
There’s a consensus of nods.<br />
I say, “But something I’ve found<br />
interesting is that almost every day<br />
I’ve come across some historical<br />
reference to the treatment of the<br />
Aborigines.”<br />
“Maybe the thinking is, if it’s<br />
out in the open it will somehow<br />
right itself,” says a woman at my<br />
shoulder. She looks at me sideways.<br />
“So...what references have you<br />
seen?”<br />
“Well, for example, the dotted<br />
red line.”<br />
“Eh?”<br />
I was circumnavigating a<br />
construction site when I discovered<br />
it. I was walking to Elizabeth<br />
Quay, having just arrived. The<br />
evening was like a soft whisper, the<br />
colour undecided, with lights just<br />
beginning to glow, and the Swan<br />
River was serene and flat with an<br />
occasional long, lazy ripple trailing<br />
behind a black swan. The glass<br />
spire on the Bell Tower glowed an<br />
aquarium green and the copper<br />
facade emanated a Florentine<br />
warmth. I couldn’t see the Swan<br />
Bells but I knew they rang at the<br />
time Captain Cook left England,<br />
marking the voyage that discovered<br />
Australia: several hundred years of<br />
historical ringing cocooned in a<br />
modern millennial skin.<br />
A snaking pedestrian bridge,<br />
reaching over the water, has two<br />
dramatic supports like gigantic<br />
bows pulled taut. I stopped<br />
mid-span to listen to a busking<br />
guitarist and then headed to the<br />
nearby building site. A poster<br />
announced the construction of the<br />
Ritz Carlton Hotel, together with<br />
exclusive apartments and shops.<br />
Renderings depicted four huge<br />
towers – modern glass oval-shaped<br />
architecture like something you’d<br />
expect in Dubai, shimmering and<br />
beckoning, with tourist-enticing<br />
luxury and style. Tourism is <strong>Perth</strong>’s<br />
new cash crop, a post-mining<br />
economic contingency plan, and<br />
Elizabeth Quay is the heart for the<br />
restless pulse of tourists.<br />
I saw another poster stuck to the<br />
hoarding: a survey map showing<br />
central <strong>Perth</strong> in about 1900, with<br />
rows of neat little rectangles, each<br />
a building surrounded by roads<br />
and the harbour, and then this<br />
– covering several blocks was a<br />
dotted red line. It read: Prohibited<br />
Area, 1927–1954. For nearly 30<br />
years, the very location where I<br />
stood was an area forbidden to<br />
Aborigines. I was left with this odd<br />
incongruity between the public<br />
announcement of this mal du siècle<br />
and the rise of the Ritz.<br />
Fluttering pink petals surround<br />
tiny buttons of red mounted atop<br />
lime green stems that sway to the<br />
warm breeze in Kings Park, <strong>Perth</strong>’s<br />
central-city nature haven. If I were<br />
an artist, this would be my palette.<br />
Kings Park comprises manicured<br />
gardens and wild vegetation, the<br />
wind meshing the colours into<br />
a wash of pastel pink, or lemon<br />
yellow... the list goes on. The place<br />
is full of meandering people,<br />
each seeking their own catharsis<br />
through nature.<br />
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How to get there etc<br />
Getting there: Air New Zealand<br />
flies directly to <strong>Perth</strong> from<br />
Auckland and Christchurch.<br />
Accommodation: In central<br />
<strong>Perth</strong>, the Terrace Hotel<br />
offers stunning boutique<br />
accommodation in a restored<br />
historic building. Check out the<br />
unusual artworks, and the very<br />
good restaurant. In Fremantle<br />
the Hougoumont is a small<br />
modern hotel with a history of<br />
the ship scattered throughout.<br />
There’s no restaurant but plenty<br />
of nearby eateries.<br />
Must do: Book a walking and bar<br />
tour with Two Feet & A Heart<br />
Beat and find out everything<br />
you’ll ever want to know<br />
about <strong>Perth</strong> and its bars and<br />
restaurants, twofeet.com.au<br />
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Wild flowers. Freshly mown<br />
grass. Tree bark. Raked earth.<br />
Garden scents. I amble over a<br />
high arching bridge – a dramatic<br />
curvaceous construction spanning<br />
a gully – and the quintessential<br />
Australian scent of eucalyptus<br />
wafts upwards. The views stretch<br />
towards the harbour. Actually, it’s<br />
more waterfront than harbour, on<br />
account of the fact that in parts it’s<br />
only four metres deep.<br />
If I were a sculptor, here is<br />
where I would find inspiration. I<br />
am looking for a “sculpture”, one<br />
that has traveled 3000 kilometres to<br />
get here. It once stood in a location<br />
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now covered with tarmac and<br />
whizzing cars. Its form is distinctly<br />
prehistoric – a throwback, as it<br />
were. It is a boab tree, a cousin<br />
to the baobabs of Madagascar,<br />
that bizarre-looking tree with<br />
its bulbous trunk and root-like<br />
canopy. The specimen I see here<br />
is divided in two, joined at the hip<br />
like conjoined twins. In 2008, after<br />
750 years in the same home, it was<br />
served an eviction notice in favour<br />
of a motorway and relocated to<br />
Kings Park.<br />
Wadjemup. I step off the ferry<br />
onto a Greek island that got lost<br />
and ended up anchoring off the<br />
coast of Fremantle: a panorama<br />
with diverse wildlife and enticing<br />
lagoons of white sand and startling<br />
Mediterranean-blue waters, caused<br />
by leaching limestone. Some<br />
500,000 visitors annually know<br />
this place as Rottnest, derived from<br />
rat nest, the rather unfortunate<br />
name given by the Dutch, who<br />
dimwittedly mistook quokkas,<br />
those cute soft toy-like nocturnal<br />
marsupials that little kids want<br />
to take to bed, for giant rats. An<br />
estimated 8000 quokkas reside on<br />
the island.<br />
I am here to indulge in nature,<br />
to see the magnificent regal osprey,<br />
that monogamous raptor that<br />
returns yearly to its giant nest,<br />
and the gulls that persistently<br />
battle warm gusts of wind on stony<br />
outcrops... I’m sorry. I know it’s an<br />
interruption to this romp through<br />
an island paradise, but I’m also here<br />
to see Rottnest’s underbelly.<br />
In a small museum hangs an<br />
extraordinary series of faded sepiatoned<br />
images. A quick glance and you<br />
can see immediately this isn’t good.<br />
Groups of linked together, chainedby-the-neck<br />
Aborigines, each with a<br />
padlock just under their chin. They<br />
are lean and tall and stand strikingly<br />
erect. In one way they are regal but<br />
at the same time they appear blank,<br />
impassive, empty vessels. Each wears<br />
a loincloth. Some have swollen<br />
bellies like malnourished children,<br />
lined with a series of patterned<br />
scars. Theirs is another culture,<br />
one that operated by different rules<br />
than the colonizers, and for this<br />
they are prisoners. Rottnest, once<br />
an Aboriginal prison, housed 3500<br />
prisoners. Several hundred of them<br />
died and are buried on the island.<br />
Today the prison cells are used as<br />
tourist accommodation. Rottnest is<br />
both present paradise and past pain.<br />
And for the Aborigines, perhaps it<br />
was little more than a rat nest.<br />
I’m perched at a long wooden<br />
bar in Varnish on King, a suave<br />
joint in a basement on King Street,<br />
part of <strong>Perth</strong>’s burgeoning culture of<br />
specialty bourbon bars. In front of<br />
me is a sampling of four bourbons.<br />
“Start with the George Dickel No<br />
12, with speck,” says the bar lady.<br />
“Enjoy.”<br />
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Indeed I do. Feeling mellow, and with<br />
a gentle glow emanating from the midsection<br />
– part-bourbon, part-travel euphoria<br />
– I slip into the <strong>Perth</strong> evening, feeling sure<br />
this would not be the last time I’d meet Mr<br />
Dickel... or <strong>Perth</strong>.<br />
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