Visiting the Istana, Nurul Iman or Royal Palace

On the three
days following the end of Hari Raya, the major Muslim holy
observance, the royal family of Brunei opens their Istana or
palace, and receives visitors for three days, greeting guests
for three hour each morning and afternoon. When one of the
hotel staff suggested that we make the trip, we jumped at this
once-in-a-lifetime opportunity. You see, not only do visitors
get to see the sultan's palace, but they get to meet the
members of the royal family. So, this was our chance to meet
the wealthiest ruler in the world (actually my chance, as it
was segregated by sex--Tracy got to meet the queen, the
Sultans #1 wife). We booked a taxi and headed to the palace,
about 15 minutes away. Arriving at the gate, Tracy attracted a
great deal of attention as she posed for a photograph outside
the palace gates (photo to the left). Suffice it to say
that with the exception of the odd western contractor, tall
blonde haired people are a bit of a rarity on these occasions.
There was a crush of people waiting for the busses to carry
them up the hill to the palace, and so we elected to walk up
the hill. On the way we encountered many Muslim families, attired in their Friday best
(that is the Islamic holy day), and snapped a picture of the
family in the picture at the upper
left. The first stop on our tour was a massive
outdoor pavilion.
Actually, it was
two pavilions separated by a
courtyard. The pavilion on the right was set up as a grand
buffet, feeding the 17,000 or so people who visit each
session. The photo at the lower left shows one of the many
serving stations. The food was free, part of the Hari Raya
celebration, donated by the Sultan. The photo at the lower
right gives some idea of the magnitude of the crowds dining on
the Sultan's dime.

Crossing the courtyard
shown in the photo to the left, we arrived at the marshalling
area, where visitors were divided by sexes. At about the point
marked by the purple bush in the photo to the left, I said
goodbye to Tracy, and gradually wound my way through the line
to the seating area. In the photo to the right, I say goodbye
to Tracy, as her line initially moved much more slowly than
did the line for males. Consequently, I got to the seating
area much more quickly than did Tracy. However, when I
arrived, the majority of the seats were occupied by the
military and the police. Apparently, we arrived on the day
that the Sultan personally thanks his armed forces. So, as I
waited patiently while 4,000 or so members of Brunei's armed
services shuffled through, Tracy's line moved much more
quickly. The photo at the bottom left shows the women's
receiving line. There were 20 rows, with at least 50 chairs in
each row, and the line moves constantly. While there was a
slight breeze, it was still very hot waiting in this pavilion
for two hours. Once you work your way beyond the chairs into
the actual receiving line, the process goes much more quickly.
My meeting with the males of the royal family was relatively
uneventful. No one makes eye contact with the royal
family, but simply bows their head and receives
(by western standards) something vaguely resembling a
handshake. In fairness, they do this six hours a day for two
days, and so this gets old. However, when I walked in, I did
get the satsifaction of all
heads momentarily craning upward, before returning to their
routine. Tracy's
audience
was much more exciting, as the
queen brightened upon seeing Tracy, asking her where she was
from and how she was enjoying Brunei. To be addressed by the
queen elevated Tracy to celebrity
status, and she was pressed (in bhasa Malay, Brunei's national language)
what the queen said. As
visitors exit the Istana, we were all given a "goodies box" of
sweets (photo at lower right), while all children received an
envelope with five dollars. The videos below show what the
receiving lines looked like. Below is a video taken by Michael
Cannon of his June 2018 trip to the Istana. It includes
footage of the handshaking ceremony with the sultan.Video of Hari Raya Celebration at the Istana Nurul Iman