The Plantation Part 20

'Yes, I think so. Later, when she was living in Scotland, she used to come out to Malaysia every winter and stay on Langkawi Island at a holiday house Dad owned there. We sold it a few years back, but she still went to the island for holidays. Then she bought an apartment on the hill in Penang. We had lunch with her at the E&O not long ago. We'd have her phone number somewhere. She's a great old stick even though she'd be about eighty now,' said Shane.

'I'd love to speak to her. If she was friends with Uncle Philip she'd remember Great Aunt Bette as well. Oh, this is so amazing,' said Julie.

'Yes, perhaps we could do something about it in the morning,' said Shane. 'Er, could we put the sound of the game back on?'

Julie laughed. 'I know this doesn't mean as much to you as it does to me, so, please, go ahead and finish watching the football. I'm going to re-read parts of Grand-father's book. Thank you so much for showing it to me.'

The next day, as soon as she knew her mother would be at home, Julie rang.

'Darling, lovely to hear your voice,' said Caroline. 'Is everything all right? Why are you calling?'

'I've found out something amazing about Bette, and your brother. It's stunning. You weren't all that close to your brother, were you? I mean did Uncle Philip ever talk to you about the war?'

'No, not at all. Why should he?' Caroline paused, trying to remember. 'As I've already told you, I was ten years younger than Philip, and he was sent to boarding school in the UK. Then Mother and I came back to Australia to live and I really never got to know him. No. I never talked to him about the war. But what was there to talk about?'

'And Bette? Where was she during the war?'

'Back here, too, I a.s.sume. Why? What have you found out? This is all very intriguing. Are you having fun? Are the boys nice?'

'Lovely. I'm enjoying myself immensely. Wait till I tell you about the orangutans and the Iban. It's all been such an adventure. But that's not why I rang. I've just read a small memoir that Grandfather Roland wrote and, in his version of events, the family and the war in Malaya is quite different from what we have always a.s.sumed.'

'Goodness, whatever do you mean? I'm not sure that we a.s.sumed anything about the war in Malaya, because my mother never talked about it. Kept her own counsel. If she talked about Malaya, she only wanted to talk about the fun days before the j.a.panese.'

'Hmm. I know why.' Julie drew a breath. 'Great Aunt Bette and Philip didn't escape on the ship out of Singapore. I don't know what happened, but Gran made the ship and Bette and Philip didn't.'

'What do you mean? How did they get out of Malaya, then?'

'Mum, they didn't. They were sent to a POW camp in Sarawak.'

There was an intake of breath from Caroline. 'What? You are joking. No, you're not. So Mother lived here in Brisbane while her sister was with Philip in a prisoner of war camp. How dreadful for them. How awful for Mother.'

'Yes. Obviously it couldn't have been deliberate, but why didn't Gran ever talk about it?'

'I don't know. Maybe she felt guilty and thought that she had failed her son. It would certainly explain why she only wanted to talk about the times before the war. Oh, if only I'd known and could have asked her the right questions. Poor Mother, poor Bette and Philip. How terrible.' Caroline sighed. 'Do the boys have any more information?'

'No, but there was a girl in the camp with Bette and Philip, and, although she was older than Philip, she was his friend and they kept in touch.'

'Oh, how nice. I suppose that when Philip was killed, that changed,' said Caroline.

'Apparently not. Shane and Peter regard her as an old family friend as she comes out to Malaysia regularly from Scotland. She doesn't like cold winters. Peter and Shane think that I should call her.'

'Well, it would certainly be interesting to find out more,' agreed her mother.

'I'll let you know what happens. I'm going over to Langkawi Island with the boys and Martine and some of their friends.'

'Lovely. Is David going too?'

'No. He's working, Mum. Doing his research and stuff. I'm sure he'll be in touch with you when he gets back to Australia. How're things there?'

'Good. A moratorium's been called with the council. Don't you worry, darling, the house will still be here when you get back.'

'That's good.'

'This call must be costing a fortune. It's all very exciting. Send me an email when you know more.'

'I just wanted to call and tell you. I was pretty gob-smacked,' said Julie.

'Me too. I'll sit down with your father and digest it all. Take care, Julie.'

'Love you, Mum.'

'I love you too. I'm really glad you've made this trip.'

'Me too.'

Julie put the receiver down. She realised that there were still a lot more places to see and, she felt sure, more of her family's story to unfold.

8.

ON THE SHORT FLIGHT from Kuala Lumpur to Langkawi Island Julie found she was laughing more than she could remember in years, as did everyone else. There was Martine, Shane and Peter, Tina and Carl, who lived in the Cameron Highlands and had a tea plantation, Christopher Nichols, the Australian RAAF officer from b.u.t.terworth, and the Stevensons, a couple in their late forties who were staying on the other side of the island in their apartment at the marina on Telaga Harbour. from Kuala Lumpur to Langkawi Island Julie found she was laughing more than she could remember in years, as did everyone else. There was Martine, Shane and Peter, Tina and Carl, who lived in the Cameron Highlands and had a tea plantation, Christopher Nichols, the Australian RAAF officer from b.u.t.terworth, and the Stevensons, a couple in their late forties who were staying on the other side of the island in their apartment at the marina on Telaga Harbour.

'You must come over for lunch,' said Ursula Stevenson. 'We could take our boat out. There are some amazing things to see on the island.'

'They are in the shipping business in Europe,' Martine whispered later to Julie. 'Very rich. They come here every year.'

'Langkawi seems to be a popular place. I see why Marjorie Carter must have enjoyed it here,' said Julie as they flew over the blue Andaman Sea dotted with lush green islands that lay west of the Malaysian and Thai coasts.

'Oh, yes indeed. She was tempted to buy here too, when she saw Ursula's place, but she changed her mind and bought a penthouse in Penang instead.'

'Does she go there often?' asked Julie.

'When it's cold and draughty in her daughter's house in Scotland, where she usually lives. She comes out here for the warmth and sun. I'll get her phone number out of my mobile, I know how anxious you are to talk with her.'

'Yes, I am. I'm so curious about Great Aunt Bette and Philip, too. I suppose the boys grew up knowing the story of what happened to their father during the war, so this is not as exciting for them as it is for me because I know nothing.'

'I'm sure Marjorie will be able to tell you something. Shane said she was only about twelve when she was in the camp. She was like a big sister to their father, which is why they kept in touch. And when Philip and Stephanie were killed, Marjorie still kept in contact with the boys. We're landing. I hope you like it here. We're staying at a cute place. Wait till you see it,' said Martine.

'I'm sure I'll love it,' said Julie. 'Is there lots to do? Peter talked about the fishing.'

'There are wonderful things to do or, if you like, you can do nothing. That's what appeals to me,' said Martine. 'When we had our own house here there always seemed to be too much work maintaining it, even with the girls to help. This is much easier.'

After collecting their bags they divided themselves between rental cars and a taxi. Julie sat with Christopher in the taxi as they followed Shane and Peter.

'So you know the island pretty well?' asked Julie.

'Yes, I've been here a few times. It's not the place to come if you're in to nightlife, movies, shows, and that sort of thing. But the nature and wildlife are spectacular.'

'And the fishing?'

'Iffy. I just like the idea of hanging out on a boat. Any fish I catch is a bonus. If I'm really in to serious fishing, I go to the Barrier Reef or the Top End. And don't expect too much from the beaches. They're not what we're used to. We Australians are so spoiled when it comes to beaches, it makes the ones here a bit disappointing,' he said.

'I like the idea of exploring the local nature. I loved seeing the orangutans in Sarawak.'

'There's some wonderful birdlife here. There are plenty of monkeys, and, if you like, we could go on a hike. You'll have to meet our pal Aidi. He's a local naturalist who's just the best. Every time I see him, I learn amazing things. I'll arrange for him to take us on an expedition.'

'Sounds good. So explain about the place where we are staying?'

'It's run by two Australian women. Nerida started it, gosh, maybe eighteen years ago. The hotel has just grown ... but in a nice way. It used to be closer to the sea but land was reclaimed so now the compound is on the edge of some lovely rice fields. Nerida started collecting traditional Malay houses that were going to be pulled down and had them moved to her place, which was once a coconut plantation, and saved them from demolition.'

'What a great thing to do!'

'Yep, she's shipped them in from every Malaysian state, so the houses she's got are all different architectural styles. She's made them very cla.s.sy and comfortable. All are set in the lovely hotel grounds and come complete with lap pools,' explained Christopher.

'It sounds amazing and different.'

As they drove the short distance to the resort, Julie was enchanted by Langkawi. She could see the blue sea through the waving palm trees, glimpses of casual streets lined with thatched-roofed bars and outdoor restaurants, and a few holiday shops selling sarongs and souvenirs. They pa.s.sed lush emerald rice fields, where lazy water buffaloes wallowed, watched by a solitary farmer in a peaked straw hat.

'Very picture postcard, isn't it?' she said to Christopher.

'There's a rice museum on Langkawi, where you can learn all about this staple of Asia. Now, here's the turn off into our resort.'

'Oh, it's so tropical. I love all the coconut palms. I feel like I've come into some magic village,' exclaimed Julie as the cars drove down a small lane and stopped outside a wonderful Chinese house.

'I wonder what state they've put us in,' said Christopher.

Julie was mystified by this remark until she began to look around and saw all the restored buildings that had been rescued from various parts of Malaysia. Chinese, Malay and Indian houses, plantation workers' cottages, as well as a colonial mansion were cleverly s.p.a.ced around the secluded gardens, all representing the architecture of the various Malay states.

Julie was accommodated in an old Malay house, which had originally been a fisherman's hut but had now been transformed into a summery, colourful house. There was a balcony at the front and at the back was a secluded open-air bathroom and sun deck, holding a big old wooden bathtub. Inside, the bed was swathed in a mosquito net. There was a ceiling fan, turning slowly, but Julie noticed that there was also an air conditioner. The windows had intricately carved shutters and an inviting daybed on the sundeck was covered in colourful silk cushions. The whole house was simple and stylish, and, despite its old world charm, she was glad to find all the modern amenities she might need, including a cat.

As she started to unpack, a large black and white cat with a short tail with a kink in it strolled up the front steps and made itself at home. When she explored the gardens later, she found cats lurking around the red altar in the temple yard. The animals sat by the long lap pool or lazed on top of an old stone wall, which surrounded the large two-storey Chinese villa where Martine, Shane and Peter were staying.

'Come on in, Julie, we've opened the bar,' called out Peter from its upstairs balcony.

Seated on the wide verandah in comfortable planters' chairs and surrounded by antiques, Julie sipped a cold drink. As the fan above her slowly whirred, Julie could imagine that she'd stepped back a hundred years in time. They were soon joined by Christopher, Carl and Tina and the owner of the resort, Nerida, whose dream this place had been. The hotel staff were young and friendly but un.o.btrusive, quietly delivering a tray of delicious hors d'oeuvres and a platter of fruit to the new arrivals.

'You can see why our kids love it here,' said Shane. 'There are all those grounds out there to explore, and the house has a film and video room, a table tennis table and even a mah jong set.'

'Two big families can stay here and not have to meet unless they want to,' added Martine. 'We've had some fun family holidays here. Carl and Tina bring their kids, too.'

'What's with all the cats?' Julie asked Nerida. 'I saw lots of cats in Kuching, too. Where did yours come from?'

'I've lived on Langkawi for nearly twenty years, although I go home to Australia to see my family every year,' said Nerida. 'And years ago I started taking in stray animals, trying to help the neglected dogs and cats. There were a lot of them, so I started an animal shelter and sanctuary to care for abused and needy animals. Now we also run an animal clinic, a charity project aimed at the sterilisation of the stray cat population. Both of these projects are non-profit making ventures, staffed by volunteers and aimed at improving the lives of unwanted animals. I've adopted a lot of cats, as you can see,' she explained with pa.s.sion.

'And the crooked tails?' asked Christopher.

'It seems to be a genetic trait,' said Nerida. 'Ah, there's Aidi. You'll enjoy his company,' she said to Julie. 'He's the island's top naturalist and guide, and a good friend to me.'

Aidi wandered over to the house and Nerida introduced him to Julie. He seemed to know everyone else. Aidi was dressed in khaki shorts and shirt. His round, affable face, a mixture of Malay and Chinese, seemed to be constantly wreathed in smiles and Julie liked him immediately. He joked and laughed a lot, but she quickly found that a fascinating torrent of information poured out of him.

'Aidi knows the island intimately and if he takes you on one of his tours, you'll get a look at another world,' said Nerida.

'So Christopher mentioned,' said Julie.

'Could I come along with you?' asked Christopher. 'I haven't been out with Aidi for ages.'

'You're always too busy fishing or lazing by the pool,' said Peter.

'I'd better get back to work and relieve Alice, she's my business partner,' said Nerida. 'We're opening some other residences in Penang, so we're back and forth all the time. She's heading over there tomorrow to see how the renovations of our old Chinese shophouses are going.' Martine and Nerida walked to the entrance talking in low voices.

Aidi turned to Christopher and Julie. 'You two want to meet me at six o'clock tomorrow morning? Spend a few hours discovering the secret parts of the island? Bring sunscreen, hats, cameras. I'll bring cool drinks.'

'Sounds good,' said Christopher. 'You okay with that?' he asked Julie.

The start seemed very early to Julie, but she knew that they would have to head out before the sun got too hot. 'Can't wait.'

'You could meet us for dinner tomorrow night, Aidi,' suggested Christopher. 'Bring your family along.'

'How about you all come down to my neck of the woods? There's a great local seafood place,' Aidi replied.

'Now don't do too much planning,' said Martine coming back into the room. 'This is a place to relax.'

After enjoying a leisurely lunch, everyone did their own thing reading, sleeping, swimming or taking a short walk. These people are so easy to be with, thought Julie. There seemed to be no pressure as there had been with David constantly at her elbow, though, to be fair, being in a longhouse in the jungle was a bit different from staying at a lovely resort like this.

At sunset they took two cars down into Telaga Harbour. This gave Julie a totally different view of the laidback island. Here, at the harbour, she felt as though she'd been dropped into Monte Carlo, or some other European coastal hotspot. The glamorous new marina was filled with millions of dollars worth of shiny white motor cruisers, sleek yachts and ma.s.sive ships equipped for weeks at sea, fishing and adventuring. Reflections of the coloured lights that were strung along the promenade danced across the water. All along the waterfront was every kind of restaurant, cheek by jowl, interspersed with a few smart providores, catering to the boating fraternity. Restaurant tables, covered with snowy tablecloths, were being set, candles lit, flowers arranged. There was a small square with a fountain, looking like a smaller version of the Spanish Steps, which led to an upper level of buildings and apartments, while further across the water gleamed brand new, but incomplete, hotels and office buildings.

Julie was stunned. 'What a contrast to being up-country with the Iban!'

'This looks a bit like Disneyland, a kind of Lego world,' commented Christopher. 'But I guess the dollars here are real.'

'There's a zillion dollars been spent on all this. For tourists?'

'There are a lot of wealthy Malaysians, as well as foreigners, who are making a heap of money out of this country, one way or another,' said Christopher.

'But it doesn't seem to be exactly spread around evenly,' said Julie. 'There are people like the Iban, fighting for their land which has always been theirs, and with very little material wealth, but then, if you have the bucks you can come and live in a place like this, where it's conspicuous wealth overload. I don't think it's fair.'

'Well, there are always rich and poor in every society, but you're right, it's accentuated in places like this.'

'I wouldn't want to live here anyway. It's fun for an evening but I prefer our side of the island and the more traditional architecture and it's a lot more peaceful,' said Julie looking at the pink and peach, ochre and cream buildings.

They had drinks at Werner and Ursula Stevenson's luxurious apartment overlooking the harbour and afterwards they all wandered down to the waterfront, looking for a place to eat.

'This is where the action is,' said Christopher quietly to Julie.