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THE EXCITEMENT OF TRAVEL

THE EXCITEMENT OF TRAVEL

 

 

Discovering islands in Coron, Philippines

Sitting across the aisle from a little girl of about five or six years old, I was privileged to overhear her commentary on the excitement of taking off in a plane. As soon as we became airborne, the little girl looked gleefully at her mother and even smaller sister, and past them out the window.

‘We’re flying!’, she exclaimed. ‘I can see the world! I’m not scared at all! It’s pretty out there! Wheeee!’

I know that’s exactly what she said, because I made a note of it in my phone straightaway. I didn’t want to forget any of it.

The Twin Lagoons in Coron, Philippines.

What a gift! To see this experience through the eyes of a little child was an absolute joy. It was my ninth take-off within twelve days, whereas she was, I presume, a first-time flyer, and her sense of wonder was a healthy corrective to any feeling I might have had of being ‘over it’. My accumulated irritation about airports and queues and security checks melted away.

I thought this gem was too good to keep to myself, so I decided to write a blog post about it, and think about every piece of wisdom that little girl unwittingly shared with me.

We’re flying!

It’s so easy to forget how incredible this fact is. Humans fly. They can leap whole continents in a single medium-haul flight. They can cross the globe in less than a day.

Aerial view of Luzon, south of Manila

In this golden age of air travel, it has never been easier or cheaper to move from country to country – at least for us economy-class flyers.  The little girl I overheard was flying with her family from the Philippines to Hong Kong. I was taking the same flight as part of a rather convoluted route back to Australia.

When we landed in Hong Kong, I decided – armed with the enthusiasm of that small fellow traveller – to treat my unwanted stop as an adventure. I’d be in the People’s Republic of China for two hours. Amazing! Sure, I’d just be in transit and wouldn’t leave the airport, but still, it was a chance to glimpse another culture, however briefly.

I can see the world!

With the skies as our oceans, we can navigate the world like the explorers of old.

Did you ever stand, dazed with possibility, in front of a departure board in a European rail station, looking at the incredible array of possible destinations? Coming from an island-nation, as a young traveller in Europe I found it mind-blowing that a short train-ride could whisk me away to so many different countries.

The incredible Chocolate Hills in Bohol, Philippines.

Now, late-night sessions on Wotif have the same effect. Look at all those places we can go! And if you don’t mind using a budget airline or travelling economy class, the world really is your not-too-expensive oyster.

A world of ice in the Rila Mountains, Bulgaria

Recently, my daughter and I caught a Ryanair flight from Bulgaria to Spain. The plane was filled with young Bulgarians in a state of high excitement. The freedom and the capacity to travel were not things they took for granted, and nor should we.

I’m not scared at all!

I actually find flying pretty scary. That’s why I don’t sit by the window anymore. I don’t want to think about the fact that we’re rattling around at high altitude in a small metal container. But I won’t let my fear get in the way of my flying.

Exploring a cave at Black Island in the Philippines – outside my comfort zone but completely worth it.

Travel in general can be a bit scary too, especially if your sense of direction is as bad as mine. Map-reading and way-finding are hard for me and I often get lost. I find constantly interacting with strangers hard too. And dealing with foreign languages. Not being sure if you understand or are understood can be scary. But that’s no reason not to try.

It’s pretty out there!

Anyone who reacts like that to an aerial view of Manila Airport has an amazing capacity to find beauty anywhere, so I take my hat off to my young philosopher-friend.

But overall, she’s right – it is pretty out there. So much of the world is still breathtakingly beautiful, and we haven’t messed it all up yet. So, let’s try not to mess up any more of it, and let’s appreciate the beauty that somehow, incredibly, endures.

Above the clouds at Mt Haleakala in Maui.

When I look at my photo library for the last three years, I’m overwhelmed by the extravagant loveliness of the places I’ve been lucky enough to see. The colours, the light – it sure is pretty out there.

Colours of the Sapphire Coast in New South Wales, Australia

Wheeee!

Let’s go, then – there’s so much to discover. And thank you, small girl from Manila, for reminding me what travel is all about: conquering fear, embracing beauty, and keeping a sense of wonder.

El Nido sunset, Philippines

 

The Only Royal Palace on U.S. Soil

The Only Royal Palace on U.S. Soil

One of the royal portraits displayed at Iolani Palace

When most people think of Honolulu, they think of Waikiki, surfing and shopping, or Pearl Harbor and the USS Arizona Memorial. I’m not sure that many overseas visitors ever make it to the downtown area, which doesn’t feature strongly in the tourist literature. It’s a pity, because between S. King and S. Beretania Streets is a lovely area of parkland, dotted with buildings that embody the civic history of the Hawaiian capital.

Foremost among these is the Iolani Palace, the only royal palace on U.S. soil. The palace was built in 1882 by King David Kalākaua, the second-last Hawaiian monarch, and expressed his confidence in the future of the royal family and of Hawaii itself as an independent, sovereign nation.

The elaborately decorated exterior of the palace

It’s a splendid building, lovingly restored. The sweeping central wooden staircase, golden thrones, fine ceiling moldings and glittering glassware all suggest power and opulence, but also refinement and good taste. King Kalākaua was a technophile who had his palace fitted out with all the mod cons of the day, including a flushing toilet and dumb waiter. Iolani Palace even had electric lighting installed, earlier than either the White House or Buckingham Palace!

One of the richly furnished rooms at the palace

King Kalākaua and his siblings were creative, energetic, curious people, eager to learn new things and adapt to new ways, without losing sight of their indigenous heritage. Tragically, none of this was enough to prevent the so-called Bayonet Constitution of 1887, whereby the Hawaiian monarchy was compelled to cede most of its powers to members of the American- based business elites that had established a profitable sugar industry in Hawaii.

The perpetrators of the Bayonet Constitution believed they were acting in accordance with the inexorable march of progress, but their critics saw the events of 1887 as a morally indefensible grab for power, an expression of U.S. imperialism. Six years later, a coup d’etat led by the same business interests deposed the last Hawaiian monarch, Queen Liliuokalani, and the overthrow of Hawaiian independence was complete.

The empty thrones of the Hawaiian monarchy

In a cruel twist, Iolani Palace became Queen Liliuokalani’s prison, when she was kept there under house arrest for over a year, after her supporters made a failed attempt to restore the monarchy in 1895. The quilt she sewed to pass the days is on display at Iolani Palace, its homespun simplicity poignantly contrasting with the other textile works on show, the magnificent ball gowns and state outfits she wore as Queen.

In 1993, President Bill Clinton signed ‘an apology to Native Hawaiians on behalf of the United States for the overthrow of the Kingdom of Hawaii’. The document admitted that the acts committed in Honolulu by U.S. citizens in 1893 had been illegal. It also acknowledged that ‘the indigenous Hawaiian people never directly relinquished their claims to their inherent sovereignty’.

Hand-sewn quilt of Queen Liliuokalani

The displays, interpretive boards and sound recordings at Iolani Palace convey strong emotions of sadness and betrayal about the course of events that paved the way for Hawaii’s incorporation into the United States. It’s hard not to come away with the feeling that a vital and resilient culture was unnecessarily destroyed, in the cause of greed and racism.

Queen Liliuokalani’s statue

Outside the palace Queen Liliuokalani’s statue stands proudly. I noticed a bright red fresh hibiscus flower had been placed in her outstretched hand. I also noticed that the inscription at the base of the statue records her reign as lasting from 1891 until 1917 – the year of her death, not her deposition. There are no statues for the conspirators who stole her kingdom.