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The shape of the world a generation from now will be influenced far more by how we communicate the values of our society to others than by military or diplomatic superiority. William Fulbright, 1964
Showing posts with label Brunei. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Brunei. Show all posts

Sunday, July 14, 2013

PRELUDE TO KONFRONTASI

Curtain raiser for Soekarno's anti-Malasia campaign

For proof that ‘military intelligence’ is an oxymoron, The Brunei Revolt is your book.
It’s supposed to be a serious account of insurgents rising against the sultan’s rule in the former tiny British protectorate clinging to the North Borneo coast.  The rebels, influenced and maybe directly supported by Indonesia, failed miserably.
The brief encounter that cost 55 lives with almost 3,300 men taken prisoner was a curtain raiser for Sukarno’s Konfrontasi campaign against the creation of Malaysia.
The Brunei experience should have served as a warning to military adventurers driven by ideology. The Indonesian military’s heart was never totally in the fight; once Sukarno had been deposed by Soeharto, Konfrontasi quietly disappeared.
This is the sort of history that academics and old colonialists enjoy but the rest of us find tedious.  Do we really care how many rounds a Bren gun fires or how the Mark V .303 performs?
Yet this book is full of laugh-out-loud moments as author Nick van der Bijl retells the farce and underlines what most of know by instinct – that armies succeed through happenstance rather than masterful planning.
This was a quality in short supply in late 1962. Although rumors had been rolling, the British only found facts when an old woman asked the police to release her grandson from the army.
When asked ‘which army?’ she produced his green uniform complete with the buffalo insignia of the pro-Indonesian North Kalimantan National Army (TNKU).  The police then found most supplies of green cloth had sold out in the markets.
There were dozens of other indicators that trouble was marching. Soekarno was becoming more belligerently anti-Western. The 14,000 Indonesians working in plantations were probably communist sympathisers. But intelligence was either not shared or ignored.
So senior officers and some troops headed back to Singapore for Christmas, only to hear that rebels in Brunei had attacked strategic buildings and kidnapped oil company employees and administrators.  The troops were rapidly retrieved from their golf clubs, parties and families.
Many thought the alert a training exercise or a mistake – a view reinforced when a commander was told to fly to Brunei but given a map of Kuching by an intelligence officer.
When a proper map was found in Brunei it was aligned west, not north.
Another soldier, learning how to use an unfamiliar weapon while flying fired four shots through the fuselage.
Men loading a Land Rover were told to drain the fuel tanks – yet the vehicle had to be ready for instant action once the plane landed.
A warning banner designed for riot control was discarded because it was often unfurled upside-down causing laughter rather than fear, or got blown away.
The silliness wasn’t limited to one side.  TNKU troops stalking a police post stumbled into a drunken Chinaman in the darkness whose abuse woke the defenders.
When British aircraft approached a TNKU controlled airfield they met no resistance.  The rebels saw the colors red and white on the tail and assumed the plane was Indonesian.
Insurgent vehicles identified themselves by flashing headlights three times – a code quickly used by the British to lure the rebels into ambushes.
Further south in Jakarta the left-leaning author Pramoedya Ananta Toer called the British action ‘reprehensible’.  However the West applauded the speedy crushing of a pro-communist movement at a time when it was feared all Southeast Asia might fall.
The TNKU uprising, led by A M Azahari who had trained as a vet in Java and fought against the Dutch, failed for multiple reasons.  The men were poorly armed (many just had staves and shotguns) and ambivalent about their cause. 
A people’s revolution it was not.  The masses did not arise. Confronted by disciplined Gurkhas hundreds surrendered. 
When the guns stopped firing, attention shifted to Sarawak, Sabah and Peninsula Malay where British Commonwealth troops fought communist insurgents and Indonesian invaders.  The Sultan of Brunei rejected the opportunity to join the new Malaysia and opted for independence, though this wasn’t consolidated till 1984.
He could do this because of vast oil reserves. This tiny authoritarian and charmless Islamic kingdom of only 400,000 people has a per capita income of around US $50,000 (Rp 500 million), and relies on Indonesians to do most of the manual work.
Author van der Bijl, a former British intelligence officer, gets some things wrong.  He calls Indonesia’s first president ‘Ahmed Sukarno’ and describes the Indonesian government as ‘communist’.  He seems more at home with firearms than politics.
Although there’s ample military minutia to excite armchair warriors, these details can be zipped past with no loss of storyline.
Compensating is an occasional droll line.  An officer in Singapore tried to requisition a Comet ferrying soldiers and their families back to UK for Christmas and use it in Brunei.  Writes the author:   ‘RAF movements staff were not entirely in favor of his proposal.’
He cross references to the 1982 Falklands War, which he has also researched, and the way mistakes made and lessons learned in Borneo impacted in the South Atlantic, though the environments and politics were entirely different.
More significant is that the jungle warfare experiences of the British were useful when the US and its allies started fighting in Vietnam.  However looking at the final result in the former Indochina, it’s clear some military intelligence didn’t translate.

The Brunei Revolt                                                                                                                   
 By Nick van der Bijl                                                                                                       
Published by Pen and Sword, 2012                                                                                           222 pages
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(First published in The Sunday Post 14 July 2013)





Sunday, April 01, 2007

BRUNEI TOURISM

NO CHAINSAWS OR CUTTING COMMENTS IN THE ABODE OF PEACE © Duncan Graham 2007

The official website of the Brunei government currently claims the country is hoping to attract one million visitors, doubling the previous year's arrivals. The problem is that the announcement is dated 2000.

That's not the only sign that Brunei isn't really in top gear despite the rhetoric. An e-mail to the tourist bureau seeking an interview with a spokesperson was bounced because the mailbox hadn't been emptied.

A visit to the office during advertised opening hours found the place shut.

All this sounds negative, but in fact it's a plus for those who want a relaxed crowd-free holiday. Make the most of the quiet because the tiny Sultanate at the top of the island of Borneo and hemmed in by the Malaysian states of Sarawak and Sabah, has much to offer that's easily accessible.

Not so much in the capital Bandar Seri Begawan, usually known as BSB and where the attractions will take no more than a day or two to explore – but in the country.

For although Brunei (properly named Brunei Darussalam) covers less than 6,000 square kilometers split between two sections, most is the sort of jungle you won't see elsewhere without a lot of tedious tramping. While Indonesian farmers in Kalimantan have been slashing and burning the forest to make a living, the people of Brunei haven't needed to plunder to survive.

Reserves are really that, and the rattle and rasp of chainsaws can't be heard above the honking of rare and endangered proboscis monkeys.

This means that much of the country has been left in its natural state – or as natural as any Southeast Asian environment can be that was first occupied by our ancestors maybe 35,000 years ago.

Apart from greed there are few pressures to exploit. Certainly not population: The rugged east section, known as Temburong, has only about 10,000 inhabitants, the rest of the nation around 350,000.

For Brunei is an oil-rich state, as the tabloid cliché goes, so blessed by an abundance of fossil fuels that education and health care are almost free, basic commodities are subsidized and most public services are high quality. The ruling elite doesn't do so badly either. (See sidebar.)

Brunei is a compact, uncrowded and affluent nation, with good roads, disciplined traffic, an English feel and all the necessary infrastructure to make edgy visitors feel at ease. You can drink the tap water and not worry about malaria.

Most locals are well educated and high-level English is widely used. For almost a century Brunei was a British protectorate and the signs still remain, though often eclipsed by Arabic.

Although strictly Islam, with a more hard-line adherence than experienced in Indonesia and the west coast states of Malaysia, this is no sanctuary for terrorists. An attempted coup 45 years ago was put down by troops from Singapore, and if there are any dissidents left, they're keeping quiet.

Brunei Darussalam translates as the 'abode of peace' – which is certainly true if 'peace' means inaction backed by social control.

So visitors should feel safe and relaxed – provided they follow the rules. These include respect for royalty, no politics and no boozing. Or holding hands in public if you're a Muslim without a marriage certificate.

Loudmouth republicans advocating democracy are advised to keep away, and if you can't do without a regular sundowner then you'll have to bring it yourself and sip in secrecy.

There's one other minor offput – local attitudes. Brunei needs to borrow the TV campaign used by Singapore a few years ago. This had the sour features of a rubber-cheeked Chinaman being slowly transformed into a smiling Celestial as the voice-over instructed locals to be nice to visitors.

For financial, not moral reasons. Friendly faces mean satisfied customers, said the script – and shoppers are more likely to spend big when confronted by a grin, not a grimace.

The people of Brunei certainly aren't rude, or so sour as the folk in Singapore used to be – they're just indifferent. Which probably comes from living in a worry-free society awash with money.

Not surprisingly this has led to complacency. Don't expect the streets to be bustling at daybreak as they are in Indonesia; why bother to rise early when there's someone else to get the day going and do the menial tasks?

The saving situation is that many of these workers come from a few hundred kilometers to the south; once you meet expats from the Archipelago your day will brighten. The good times I've had in Brunei have been with Indonesians who know the best scuttlebutt, the cheap eateries and the secret spots you won't find in the guide books.

There's a lively underclass in Brunei made up of guest workers retailing some grand gossip about the scenes behind the well-polished respectability that the tourist authorities won't let on – even if they ever open their doors.

HOW TO GET THERE – WHERE TO GO.

It takes little more than a two-hour flight from Surabaya or Jakarta, with Royal Brunei the main carrier. Flights are regular and often full of Indonesian maids seeking Brunei bucks. Meaning cash, of course.

The local dollar is on a par with Singapore, with most shops happy to use either currency.

Indonesian citizens, and some other favored folk, can get a fee-free 14-day visa. Other nationals have to buy a B $10 (Rp 50,000) visa on arrival.

There are some basic hotels with room prices starting around B$40 (Rp 220,000) a night. These are clean and functional, but don't supply the matey service you'd get in Jakarta – unless the staff are fresh from Indonesia. Like Australian hotels they seem to be run more for the convenience of the employees than the guests. Maybe it's different at the Sheraton.

Because the locals are so well off few need public transport. On one visit I hired a bicycle to get around, collecting the sort of stares normally used at a police arrest scene. A foreigner without a Mercedes? Unbelievable. If there'd been a reporter on site I'd have made Page One as the weirdo of the week.

There is a bus service, but you could b standing for a long time. Metered taxis are available, but few. BSB can, and should, be explored on foot and on the river where the high-speed water taxis (also known as flying coffins) are a lot of fun and fumes.

They're also the best way to see Kampung Ayer close up and peer at the locals at their ablutions. This is the village on stilts above the dirty waters of the Brunei and Kedayan rivers. Use sunscreen by the liter – Brunei boils.

In the distance and above the spindly-legged shacks of 25,000 souls rises the splendid home of the sultan, His Majesty Paduka Seri Baginda Sultan Haji Hassanal Bolkiah Mu'izzaddin Waddaulah.

With a title like that there's no way commoners can get a gander at his personal goings-on. This is claimed to be the biggest residential palace in the world. Betty Windsor has to make do with a street name.

Better to settle for the Omar Ali Saifuddien mosque, a mightily impressive architectural triumph. It's a pity that these creative draftspeople didn't exercise their HB pencils on the drab shopping centers and apartment blocks once they'd topped off the turrets at the Big M where all that glisters really is gold.

Even though a kafir (unbeliever) I excited no concerns wandering around and meditating on the prayer hall's lush carpet to the hum of vacuum cleaners. That hasn't always been my experience in Indonesia.

Exploring outside BSB is not an easy DIY (do it yourself) tourist exercise. You won't be hassled; why bother flogging false Rolexes when the real ones are everywhere? Blondes won't get the hairy eyeball treatment from the leering lads, as in Indonesian bus stations. The main problem is being recognized as someone with a need to go somewhere.

If you want to see the sights in a hurry and some luxury best to take a tour. A three-hour countryside coach trip will cost US $40 (Rp 360,000) a person, taking a look at the oil refinery will double the bill. For an overnight trip to the national park set aside US $238 (Rp 2.2 million).

There's also a Brunei By Night tour. This comes with a guarantee that you'll get home stone-cold sober. This is categorically not a Soho or Kings Cross pub crawl.

For those with the time and tenacity it's best to negotiate with taxis (land and water). Consult the locals for the right price before bargaining.

Don't look to the English-language local rags for information – the Borneo Bulletin and Brunei Times. Both set high levels for blandness and are reminiscent of the Indonesian press under Soeharto. The local Tourism Board puts out a handy mag on what's on, but it's hard to find.

This is supposed to be the only country in the world that hasn't had an election since 1962. It would be a gutsy journalist who dared to ask about some members of the royal family's legendary squander of state riches overseas.

If you enjoy the accommodation and quiet, Brunei is also a good base for exploring Sarawak and Sabah (Malaysian Borneo). The attraction here is the Kinabalu National Park a World Heritage Site. The Royal Brunei airline (www.brueniair.com) has an office in central Jakarta with extra-cheery staff, and can organize bookings and arrange packages.

Assessment: Not bad for a cashed-up eco-minded couple's mid-life honeymoon if all they want is to be left alone.

(First published in The SundayPost 1 April 07)">Link