As a little boy in primary school I
loved the geography lessons. The world opened itself to me. We also
learned about our then recently lost colony, the Dutch East Indies,
now Indonesia and the peninsula next to it, called Malakka, now Malaysia. At
secondary school my English teacher, mr Vonk, was born and bred in our East
Indies and we, as young as we were, felt that he'd rather stayed
there and that he didn't belong in the cold and wet low lands. He was
a nice man and there was nothing in his name or outer appearance that
betrayed his origin but for the words he now and then used, he
sometimes spoke Malay. That was the language of his former homeland.
While walking around here in historic
Melaka it is not hard to realize this. The Dutch have ruled this
place for a good 130 years, till they had to leave it to the British
when Napoleon conquered the Netherlands. The Dutch, that is the VOC
(United East Indies Company), had taken it over from the Portuguese,
who landed here as early as 1512, subjugated the sultanate and
founded their trading post and fortified it and thus founded the city
of Melaka.
There is a historic walk to be made
here, the Dutch heritage walk and it goes through streets with names
as Heeren street and Jonker street. This part of town is a Unesco
world heritage site. The Chinese shophouses appear to be built by the
Dutch colonizers, and they continued on the patterns made by the
Portuguese. They deserve the adjective Chinese only because they have
been used by Chinese traders for the last couple of centuries.
The whole heritage quarter with the
Dutch street names is now a complete Chinese quarter. The Malay and
Indian people live in other quarters. We happened to arrive here on
the eve of the Chinese New Year. And for them this is the new year,
not that of the rest of the world. There is a 4-day holiday and it
looked as if all Malay and Singapore Chinese had come to Melaka. The streets were
overcrowded, you could walk over the heads. People went to the
temples, of which there are some, and worshipped in masses. Clouds of
incense over the streets. At midnight big fireworks were set off,
there was a dragon dance and the crowds kept on coming. They walked
the streets, visited the stalls where food, trinkets and all kinds of
new-year-stuff (red!) was sold. The festivities lasted for 4 days,
exactly the days we were there. We were glad when it was over and there was some
quiet again, but also glad that we were part of it.
Our arrival here was not so pleasant.
We had an appointment in a guesthouse, that was also a Warmshowers
member. To make a long story short, it appeared to be a place that
was old, not very well maintained,chaotic, unclean, delapidated. The
owner was nice and friendly, but we didn't feel well there and we
spent a whole day trying to find alternative accommodation. Which was
hard, since all the Chinese had come to Melakka for the New Year and
there was nothing free. At last we managed to find a simple, but
clean and tidy place right next to the Chinese quarter. But a
stressful first 24 hours.
The Dutch Square with the Stadthuys in the background.
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