Anzac Day

As I’ve written before, I didn’t think a lot about Anzac Day when I was younger. I get a bit emotional now. I suppose, being older, it’s easier to imagine what war is really like, what young men (and women) go through, and how the families of those who don’t return are affected.

    

We were up bright and early, and at the Bukit Darmo driving range, a new venue (and the best the best to which I’ve been for the Dawn Service in Surabaya). The service was good. I played “And the band played Waltzing Mathilda” with a friend, and a couple of others gave some nice speeches. Breakfast wasn’t really worth the money (I’ve been in Indonesia too long), but we all enjoyed the crab race.

In the afternoon we stopped by a friend’s house for the first birthday of his son. His wife is Indonesian, and the first birthday is a “biggie” here. From there, we headed to the port area, Tanjung Perak. We located the “Sea Safari” wharf and joined the other guests for the cruise to celebrate the musical achievements of one of Helen’s Grade 5 girls. It must be pretty good when Mum and Dad can invite a couple of hundred friends aboard one of their three-decked Pinisi schooners, complete with white grand piano, a chamber orchestra and enough video and sound equipment to turn out a professional TV show. The four-hour cruise was a bit cramped, but it was a neat experience. All the young folk who played were quite listenable. The top deck, where we spent most of the time, cleared when the buffets were opened up.

  

Everyone was really nice, and it was a brief window into how some of the well-off do things in Indonesia.

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