The Black Australian
Chapter 17 (Part II)
Painted faces
by Sunil GOVINNAGE
Unfortunately, a cyclone warning prevented Siri's visit to Cooktown,
and the trip to the Great Barrier Reef was left unconfirmed, again due
to bad weather conditions. On his second day in Cairns, Siri decided to
see the Aboriginal dancing troupe he had heard of. He mentioned his
interest in Aboriginal culture to the woman at the travel desk at the
hotel, who handed him a brochure. It was the same brochure he had
perused at the airport.
"Well, if you do visit the theatre, then you must take the sky rail
to Kuranda. It's a trip you'll never forget. Aboriginal dancing is
nothing more than a few black fellahs moving their half-naked bodies to
the sound of didgeridoos. I'm sure you would have seen them in Perth!"
said the receptionist with a sarcastic voice.
Siri stood outside and tried to decide whether to take a taxi or walk
the three or four kilometres to the Aboriginal Cultural Park in the hope
of burning off the heavy breakfast he had just eaten. The morning was
humid with heavy clouds covering the heaven. Siri watched the black
clouds emerging from nowhere and imagined them to be Aboriginal people
coming together to shed tears over their plight in Australia.
Siri walked over to a taxi near the hotel and peered inside and saw a
fat man sitting behind the wheel, enjoying an adult's magazine. Siri
tapped politely on the passenger door and then pressed the tourist
brochure up to the window. The driver gave Siri an unfriendly glance,
held the magazine up and pointed to the naked woman on the cover. He
then grinned and winked at Siri.
"A good looking Sheila! A real figure. Look at her!" He carefully
placed the magazine in the glove box and then started the engine. Siri
got into the car and looked out of the window instead. The clouds
overhead left little room for any natural blue in the sky.
"So, where are you from?" asked the driver as they travelled along
the Captain Cook Highway.
"Perth. I work there. I'm from Sri Lanka originally and my family is
still there. I live here on my own." Siri didn't want to deal with the
endless questions he had received from taxi drivers the world over.
"Oh, Shiri Lan-kaa! Good cricket champions with pocket-sized fellows
like 'Kalu.' Terrific players. I liked the way they fought back against
us in the World Cup. Clever, small fellows." Sending a piercing glance
Siri's way, the driver declared, "You seem too big for a Shiri Lankan!"
"It's due to all the Aussie tucker I eat here: Weet-bix, Corn flakes
and Vegemite ... all good Aussie tucker, Mate!" Siri shot back.
"Don't bull-dust me, Mate! You are what you eat. Bloody rice and
curries! They're bloody hot for me. Plenty of that stuff is available in
Australia now. We never had them when I was growing up. Now every bloody
thing is available in Cairns. We even have bloody dengue fever! Had an
attack myself, six months ago! My doctor says it comes from Asia and
isn't going to leave Cairns. Bloody f.....ing disease! My joints still
ache."
"Your doctor is right. Dengue Fever comes from Asia. That includes
Australia. Don't you know that Australia is part of Asia, Mate! Cairns
is the gateway to Asia. PNG is closer than Sydney." Siri pointed out
innocently enough, but when he saw the anger stemming from the driver's
fat face like a giant sea wave, he tactfully changed the subject.
"Mate, how much longer to this place?"
"Five minutes drive," replied the driver as he turned onto the main
road to Port Douglas.
Siri spotted a group of Aboriginal people waiting to cross the road.
He tested the driver:
"What do you think of the Aborigines?"
"Bloody useless people," the driver replied quickly. "They don't work
but live on the dole! Take me for example, today I got up at six in the
morning and I'll bet you, they'll still be sleeping when I finish my
shift. Bloody Abos! You see them drunk around Cairns and hanging around
like those black fellahs we passed. Useless people!"
Siri sighed and thought of John, the fisherman and his sympathies for
the Aborigines.
"Did you read the paper yesterday?" the driver continued. "This woman
has eight children and is getting f.....ing seven hundred and sixty five
dollars a week! Work that out. That's nearly forty grand a year! That's
the money you and I put in the bloody government coffers."
Siri realised that he had touched a sore spot of driver's psyche as
his outburst showed no signs of abating.
"I had to pay for my entire house with a cent from the government,
but this bloody woman gets forty thousand bloody dollars! Bloody
bastards! Why do you want to see their bloody show? Bloody black bums
with painted faces! I'll take you to a beaut spot where you can meet
some great Queensland sheilas! A beaut spot! You can see and touch
chicks like those in the magazines," he pointed to the adult magazine.
The car slowed down and stopped at the entrance to the Aboriginal
Cultural Park. Without saying a word Siri got out of the car. As Siri
paid his fare, the driver looked greedily into Siri's wallet and noticed
fifty dollar notes that popped out when he pulled out a ten dollar note
to pay.
"Changed your mind, Mate?"
Siri handed over the money and closed the door. Without looking at
the taxi again, he walked into the open yard in front of the theatre.
The dark clouds began to unburden themselves and a light rain added to
the gloominess. He watched seagulls fly overhead, one of them seeking
shelter nearby. The rain poured down harder. Siri ran for shelter.
As Siri watched the Aboriginal dancers, he couldn't help but think of
the driver's attitude. His thoughts and the driver's words needled him
throughout the show, highlighting and underscoring how foreign each was
to the other. His mind wandered like the spotlights that followed the
dancers and the rhythm of the didgeridoo. The sounds and their dance
were alien to him. His headache returned like a fast-growing thorny
cacti plant inside his skull.
After the show, Siri took the sky rail to Kuranda, situated on a
hill. The clouds that had accompanied the rain prohibited a panoramic
view of the area, as advertised in the brochure Siri carried. He cursed
the weather.
After a brief stroll through the Kuranda village, which seemed akin
to looking at the window display of a cheap ornament shop, he took an
early shuttle bus back to the hotel. Siri's growing headache forced him
to take a dose of pain killers and retire early.
The next day, Siri didn't feel better. He woke up with a severe
headache and a sore throat. Nonetheless, he thought he could manage a
trip to the reef, if the weather improves. After the breakfast, he
telephoned John. A woman answered the phone.
"John's out, but he'll be back in a couple of hours. May I take a
message?"
"Is this Jenny? Well, I'm Siri. John and I travelled together from
Brisbane, two days ago."
"Yes, John has talked a lot about you! In fact, he was waiting for
your call. He took the kids bowling. They should be back in about an
hour. In fact, he's in town now. I'll ring him on his mobile and ask him
to give you a call. What's your number there?"
Siri took another dose of pain killers and attempted to sleep. He was
half-awake when the telephone rang.
"John here, Si-ri. How are you doing, Mate?"
"I'm okay, but I've had a headache since yesterday. It comes and goes
like a bad memory. I'm okay now, but at any minute it might come back."
"Well, let's hope it's just a cold. May be a passing headache due to
change of weather! It'll pass away," John assured him. "If you're
feeling well enough, let's go to my place and you can meet Jenny and the
kids. Have you got any other plans? I can pick you up in forty minutes.
I'm only a block away from your hotel. Jenny would be delighted to meet
you!"
Without a second thought, Siri agreed.
"Yes, it'll be a great honour."
"Jen, love, meet Si-ree, my friend from Perth."
"G'day! Very nice to meet you."
"Si-ree, I forgot to tell you that Jenny is in your line of work too.
She's a computer programmer. She works for a company in town."
"That's good news. What do you do?" Siri enquired.
"Oh, nothing much, just some C programming work. It's a part-time
job."
"What would you like to drink Si-ree?" John offered. "Jen, love, I'm
going to cook some prawns, you talk to Si-ree. We'll feed him a good lot
of Barrier Reef prawns! You can't buy these anywhere in Australia! Our
Reef prawns end up in Hong Kong, Japan and the USA."
Over lunch, John was eager to satisfy his curiosity and asked Siri
about Sri Lanka.
"Why do we only hear and read about the civil war in Sri Lanka, or
about cricketers who chuck a fit when they come to play with us? We
don't hear any good news about Sri Lanka at all."
"When was the last time you heard anything positive about any other
Asian country? That's why we don't hear good news from Sri Lanka. Tell
me, what do you want to know about my lost paradise?"
"The History and people. When did the British take over Sri Lanka?"
"It happened in 1815 but long before the British, other Western
powers ruled some parts of the country. First, the Portuguese arrived in
1505 and ruled parts of the coastal areas. The Dutch came later, and in
1658 took over from the Portuguese. Finally, the British arrived. They
captured Kandy, the hill capital and captured our last king by dividing
the local leaders.
That's how they conquered the whole island. The hill country had
never been ruled by foreign powers before. You must remember, the
history of Sri Lanka does not begin in the 16th century.
It goes back to the fifth century BC! The Civil War is a recent
development. It started in May 1983. The British left us in 1948, and
Sri Lanka became an independent nation.
The local politicians took over from the British. Unfortunately, like
all other politicians, our fellows didn't have a long-term vision, and
so kept the system the British had left us with. It worked well for a
British colony, but not for a small, independent island nation with
several ethnic groups."
Despite Siri's nagging headache, he gave an account of the history
and the causes of the civil war. Siri ended by giving John a few
contacts, just in case he wanted to visit the country with his American
friend the following year.
When Siri asked for a glass of water to take another dose of pain
killers, John asked worriedly, "do you have pain in your joints? There's
a bad bout of dengue fever up here. You'd better be careful. If you're
not feeling well, get a medical certificate. You might be able to claim
from your travel insurance for your unfinished part of the trip. If you
come back during the fishing season, though, I'll take you out to the
Reef."
"John, do you have an e-mail address? It's the easiest way to keep in
touch."
"Jen, love what's your e-mail address? She's the guru. She prints all
my e-mails for me."
John dropped Siri back at the hotel and advised him against visiting
the Reef now that cyclone warnings were coming in over the radio. As to
his headache, John recommended a doctor in town.
Doctor Rob Brown inquired whether Siri had visited the far northern
regions of Queensland. "We've a very serious strain of dengue. You may
be immune because you have dengue in Perth too." Siri just smiled
without correcting the doctor.
"It doesn't look like dengue, but we must do a blood test to rule it
out. When are you going back to Perth? It would be better to get it done
there. The results may take forty-eight hours. The normal incubation
period for this disease is roughly about seven days, so it's very
unlikely that you have dengue fever now. But, there are always
exceptions." Doctor Brown spoke with a heavy Scottish accent.
On his way back to the hotel, Siri seethed at the travel agent's
failure to inform him of the dengue fever outbreak in Cairns. He didn't
want to end up complaining of joint pain like the fat taxi driver, or
adopt the same attitudes, especially towards the Aborigines.
Back in his room, Siri dialled the 1-800 number for the Queensland
Travel Centre and cancelled his fishing trip and his day trip to the
Great Barrier Reef. The news about the impending cyclone frightened Siri.
He rang the Qantas office and booked a seat on the earliest flight out
of Cairns.
Siri was glad of the opportunity of leaving Cairns early avoiding an
looming cyclone. When a feeling of safety and sense of security settled
in his heart, he thought of John, Jenny and her kids who might be the
victims of a natural disaster.
The plane took off, leaving the popular tourist destination behind.
Siri had a final glimpse of the city falling away beneath him, and of
the Reef, to remember them until his next visit to Queensland. The
swarming clouds that had been gathering steadily since the day before
blocked his view. He was pleased to leave Cairns and avoid the cyclone.
Siri thought of John, Jenny and the kids again. They were the only
friends he made in that city. He also thought of the crazy taxi driver
reading adult magazines and the rhythms of the Aboriginal dancers whom
he couldn't fully understand.
Nearly two hours later, the plane landed in Uluru-Ayer's Rock.
Outside, the heat was intense and the sky carried radiant blue unlike
the cloudy sky of the city he left behind. Siri disembarked and followed
a few foreigners looking for souvenirs in the dingy airport shop.
After another spell, the plane landed in sunny Perth. Siri slowly
made his way to the luggage carousel and waited for his bags. Whenever
someone exited or entered the area through the automatic glass doors,
the hot Perth summer air rushed in reminding Siri that he had come back
home to his familiar environment. Thinking back on the bad weather in
Cairns and the headaches, he shook his head.
- What a difference in weather pattern in this country?
Although it was half past four in the afternoon, several clouds
overhead had brought with them a subdued and sombre light. Siri wondered
if the cyclone had followed him home, like the memories he now had of
his journeys to the east.
A handful of people occupied the arrival lounge, waiting for
relatives, friends or loved ones. Siri walked by a young woman
passionately embracing her partner. Self-pity washed over him.
- How nice it would be, if there is someone to pick me up from the
airport.
Luggage in hand, he crossed the car park and walked to where he had
parked his car nearly two weeks ago.
He smiled when he saw his brand new sports car sitting there waiting
for him, like a friend or partner he had left behind. Turning the car
towards the city, Siri drove home to take refuge in his home where a
lonely bed awaited him.
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Disclaimer: This is a work of fiction. Names, places, characters, and
incidents either are products of the author's imagination or are used
fictitiously.
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