Peshawar

Selimut Debu 8: Menembus Lubang Singa

Menerjang masuk ke lubang harimau. Entah apa yang menanti di balik sana. (AGUSTINUS WIBOWO) Sinar mentari pagi menyelinap perlahan-lahan dari balik teralis jendela, membangunkanku dari tidurku yang tidak pernah lelap. Semalam suntuk aku tak bisa tidur, memandangi visa Afghanistan yang tertempel di pasporku. Bagaimana ini bisa jadi nyata? Lebih mustahil lagi, hari ini aku akan ke Afghanistan! Kalimat itu selalu menghantui pikiranku sepanjang malam. Nama Afghanistan, dan hanya Afghanistan, yang senantiasa bergema di otakku. Tegang, takut, semangat, antusias,…, semuanya bercampur menjadi satu. Pukul setengah sembilan pagi, aku dan Adam sudah check out dari Peshawar Golden Inn—penginapan yang namanya megah tetapi berupa barisan kamar sempit mirip penjara yang cocok untuk para turis tak berduit seperti kami. Sungguh berat menyiapkan mental menembus gerbang perbatasan yang memisahkan kita dari sebuah dunia lain di sana. Pemilik hotel tersenyum ramah, sembari bertanya, “Sudah siap?” Aku tak bisa menjawab. Dalam hitungan menit, pemilik penginapan sudah membantu kami mencarikan taksi yang akan membawa kami ke perbatasan. Sebagai orang asing, kami tidak diizinkan untuk menggunakan angkutan umum menuju ke Khyber, karena seperti yang selalu dikatakan pemerintah Pakistan, daerah Tribal Area itu ‘teramat sangat berbahaya’. Tawar menawar alot pun sempat terjadi antara supir taksi dan kami, dan akhirnya, “OK! [...]

November 6, 2013 // 2 Comments

Selimut Debu 7: Mengintip Afghanistan

Bersama para bodyguards Afghan di Konsulat Afghan di Pakistan (AGUSTINUS WIBOWO) Peshawar adalah satu-satunya jalan bagiku untuk mewujudkan mimpi menuju negeri bangsa Afghan. Apa pun rintangannya, harus aku hadapi. Tidak ada jalan lain untuk mundur. Kantor konsulat Afghanistan di Peshawar buka hanya setiap hari Selasa dan Kamis, konon merupakan tempat yang paling mudah di seluruh dunia untuk mendapatkan visa Afghanistan. Aku datang pagi-pagi sebelum jam kantor buka. Sudah cukup banyak orang Pakistan yang berbaris, namun petugas yang melihat wajahku yang jelas sebagai orang asing ini menyuruhku langsung masuk tanpa mengantre dan menunggu di ruangan dalam. Kantor ini rasanya begitu personal. Para penjaga yang bertubuh kekar seperti atlet binaraga sedang sibuk menikmati sarapan bersama para staf lain. Mendengar aku berasal dari Indonesia, mereka tersenyum ramah dan berkata, “Indonesia? Good! Good! Indonesia, our friend,” sambil menawarkan berbagai macam makanan yang mereka punya. Kemudian dengan bahasa Inggris yang pas-pasan, bodyguard yang berbadan kekar itu menceritakan betapa indahnya negeri Afghan, betapa ramah dan baiknya penduduknya. Dan mereka juga terbelalak melihat gambar-gambar perempuan Indonesia tak berkerudung yang ada dalam buku wisata tentang Indonesia yang aku bawa. “Astagfirullah….” kata mereka berulang-ulang. Di kantor konsulat Afghan ini aku berkenalan dengan Adam Smith, seorang traveler dari Inggris yang [...]

November 5, 2013 // 6 Comments

Selimut Debu 6: Wild Wild West Peshawar

Seperti kembali ke masa lalu (AGUSTINUS WIBOWO) Dunia barat yang liar. Peshawar, kota berdebu di ujung barat Pakistan adalah gerbang menuju Afghanistan. Atmosfernya, bahayanya, dengusannya, bahkan ketidakberadabannya…. Peshawar terasa begitu liar. Ibukota provinsi North Western Frontier Province (NWFP) ini seakan melemparkan diriku ke zaman puluhan tahun silam. Keledai-keledai mengiring kereta pengangkut barang, menyusuri jalan-jalan sempit di bazaar kota. Wanita-wanita yang juga tidak banyak jumlahnya, berjalan merunduk-runduk sambil menutupkan cadar di wajahnya. Sesekali nampak juga perempuan-perempuan yang berbungkus jubah hitam atau burqa biru dan putih. Burqa adalah pakaian yang menutup sekujur tubuh dari kepala hingga ujung kaki, termasuk kedua mata dan wajah, menyimpan rapat-rapat kecantikan seorang wanita. Hanya dari kisi-kisi kecil di bagian matalah sang perempuan mengintip dunia luar. Ada traveler Hong Kong temanku yang mendeskripsikan burqa seperti “lampion”, para “lampion” itu berjalan mencari arah di tengah keramaian jalanan. Bagiku, burqa terlihat seperti sangkar rapat, terserah engkau mengartikan itu melindungi atau mengurung makhluk yang ada di dalamnya. Pria-pria berjenggot dengan kibaran shalwar qameez yang gagah menguasai seluruh penjuru kota. Para lelaki itu selalu tersenyum ramah dan menyapa dengan pertanyaan yang sama, yang diulang lagi, yang diulang lagi, yang diulang lagi. “Hello, how are you? what’s your good name? Where are [...]

November 4, 2013 // 1 Comment

Peshawar – Permit to Afghanistan

June 6, 2006 Bodyguards of Afghan consulate in Peshawar Three years ago, July 17, 2003 exactly, I was applying for the permit to pass thru Khyber Pass to go to Afghanistan. This is one of the essential procedure for foreigners to get to Afghanistan by land ‘legally’, as those areas bordering Pakistan and Afghanistan are all tribal controlled areas. I was with my travel companion, Adam from England, in the Home Department Office to apply for the permit for both of us. The Home Department didnt allow anybody to bring camera inside the office. I guessed maybe because that the office was too filthy. At the third floor we saw that the floor was flooded by water, leaking from cooler machine apparently. The rooms were all dark, with water on the floor, thousands of papers every here and there, … But something more embarassing about the office that we experienced. First we were directed to go to the third floor where we were supposed to get the form. The old man in charge, in white dress, white cap, and white beard, first interviewed us. First he emphasized, “You know, in this office, my signature is the most important signature. Without [...]

June 6, 2006 // 3 Comments

Peshawar – Afghanistan Miayam

The guys in Afghan consulate in Peshawar My trip in Pakistan is about to finish, the six months of time, seemingly long enough, is still not enough for me to visit even all of the provinces of Pakistan. And I still feel very hard to leave this country in very near future. But the journey has to go on, and the next trip is Afghanistan. Afghanistan Miiayam, in Farsi means Afghanistan, I’m coming. I have got the visa easily from its consulate in Peshawar. It cost 1$ per day, and I applied for three month visa which cost me 90$. Mr Rasuli, the visa officer, said that the visa started from the date of issue, but it seems that after confirmation with other traveller, the visa started from the date of entry and not the date of issue. I think that there is even miscoordination between the government and the visa officer of the country. I picked my visa at 3 pm. There were to Afghans sitting, also waiting for their passports. One of them thought I was from Afghan (I dressed in shalwar qamiz) and the other was sure I was foreigner. Then to make confirmation they started to [...]

June 5, 2006 // 2 Comments

Lahore – A Peshawar boy in Anarkali

April 29, 2006 The culinary capital of Lahore, Anarkali Food Street He was very young, I suggested that he was only 11 years old. His name is Waseed, a Pathan boy from Peshawar. He comes everyday to Anarkali, with his little treasure: a weight scale. Oh, plus some thick papers for him to sit on. “How old are you?” “Between 10 and 15” But it’s a big range. He doesnt know his own age. Waseed didnt know English. Even his Urdu was limited. I tried to communicate with Farsi, but he knew nothing. He was not from Afghanistan anyway, but his homeland was just next to the Farsi speaking country. He sat on the padestrian path of the food street of Anarkali, Lahore, waiting for customers. Every time a curious fellow tried to weigh on his little scale, he get 2 Rs. He was very young. “You dont go to school?” “No” “Where are your parents?” “In Peshawar”. Peshawar is a city 10 hours away from Lahore by the public bus. The Pathans, people from border area, mostly from Peshawar, are famous to be wanderer around the country to work all the hard works. But being a wanderer at such [...]

April 29, 2006 // 0 Comments

Darra Adam Khel – The Gun Factories

April 16, 2006 They have known bullets and guns since childhood Darra Adam Khel is a village 38 kms south of Peshawar, on the way to Kohat. It looked like a normal village of Pakistan border, but somehow resemble Afghanistan villages also. It looked normal along the way: mud square houses, green field, boys wandering around, shops with their glass windows, and Pathans with their distinctive caps. But the name of Darra has something else to proud about, it’s the gun factory of Pakistan. The people in this area, if may say, all do the same business: gun making and selling. The factories are hidden in the rooms in the small alleys and bazaars, and gun shops are widely open. Pen-shapped pistols It’s obvious that this kind of place was not supposed for tourists to wander around. In fact, before the area was open for tourists, many tourist buses came here to visit the gun shops and ‘check’ the local made AK-47, guns, snippers, pistols, etc etc. Since Benazir Bhutto era, this area was closed for tourists. It was still in Pakistani teritorry, but now the procedure is similar to visiting a tribal area: a permit is needed, and not [...]

April 16, 2006 // 1 Comment

Peshawar – Smuggler Bazaar

April 13, 2006 Refugees children Karkhana Bazaar, or smuggler bazaar, was quite among the most famous time in Peshawar memorabilia, due to its proximity with its infamous border, Afghanistan. But the smuggler bazaar today is no more than row of shops selling daily needs. It was Friday anyway, so the shops were closed. And we were there to buy beauty cosmetics… sigh. The bus we took to smuggler bazaar threw us away two kilometers before the place. But it was good. I had the chance to observe some children working along the river collecting garbage. The garbage collectors, mostly children in the Asia subcontinent, are among the most distinctive life of the grass root of the countries. The children, boys and girls, were happy with photographs. Some even posing with their meaningful garbage sack. Many children end up as garbage pickers Not far from there was the Afghan refugee’s camp. It was a very condensed shanty town, but now, the Pakistani government had given them the deadline and by force sent them home. There were 30,000 Pashtun refugees from Afghanistan, mostly from Jalalabad and surrounding. But now there were not more than 20,000 people. Still a lot. Their living condition [...]

April 13, 2006 // 0 Comments

Peshawar – Afghan Consulate

With guys in Afghan consulate April 13, 2006 Lamli, my Malaysian friend, is prepared to go to Afghanistan. She got the Afghan visa already, quite easily, she said. I thought it should not be a bad idea also to get one before I got back to Pindi. Her visa is for two months, 60 dollars. Afghan visa is like a ticket, for a month it is 30 dollars, for 2 it is 60 dollars. You can buy any number of duration of stay, and the price is 30 dollars per month. The visa procedure is easy and straightforward. Today is Thursday, and Afghan embassy is supposed to open. The consulate stated that it only accepted visa application on Tuesday and Thursday, but apparently it worked everyday. I went early to the consulate, got the application and filled it. When waiting for the interview, there was a fat bodyguard staring at me for quite long time. Then his first sentence, instead of a salaam greeting, was: “kukukukukakakakakikiki….” Three years ago, in 2003, I came to this consulate to apply visa. The bodyguards asked me to show them Indonesian language, I said, ” kuku-kuku kaki kakak-kakak kakekku kaku-kaku, kaku-kaku kuku-kuku kaki kakak-kakak [...]

April 13, 2006 // 0 Comments

Peshawar – Meeting an Old Friend

She is my idol April 12, 2006 Spogmay Hotel 200 Rupees/ double bed room The days of free computer access had finished, so now on the blog might be short and compact. My friend from Malaysia, whom I met in India before, called me for some times, and we were discussing about the opportunity to meet up. Actually I didnt have any plan to go to Peshawar, but because she was going to Afghanistan in a very near future, I decided to ‘sacrifice’ my plan and go to Peshawar instead. I departed quite late from Islamabad, thanks to the driver from our office who didnt come early. The bus to Peshawar, from the Karachi Company, are usually small buses. I took the Flying Coach, which do really ‘fly’, and I hoped that I would reach Peshawar before dark. The atmosphere in the Coach was not quite Pakistan already. I encountered some Hazaran Mongoloid face Hazaran ethnic boys, who also speaked Farsi. He was an Afghan refugee. I reached Peshawar almost dark. Surprising, with my shalwar qamees and waist, despite of my backpack, people misunderstood me as Afghan. When I logged to bus, a Pashto insisted to speak Pashto (one of [...]

April 12, 2006 // 0 Comments

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