BREBES, Saco-Indonesia - PT Perkebunan Nusantara IX selama beberapa tahun
terakhir terus mengembangkan dan mengelola sejumlah perkebunan di wilayah Provinsi Jawa Tengah
sebagai salah satu destinasi pariwisata dalam bentuk wisata agro. Selain Kampoeng Kopi Banaran
di Bawen dan Ambarawa, saat ini pengembangan wisata agro Kebun Kaligua di Brebes dan Kebun
Semugih di Pemalang juga terus ditingkatkan.
Direktur Utama PTPN IX Adi
Prasongko mengatakan, pengembangan wisata agro dilakukan karena sejak 2005 bisnis wisata agro
sangat menguntungkan PTPN. ”Karena menguntungkan, kami sudah tidak ragu lagi. Bahkan, ke
depan wisata agro tak lagi diolah administratur, tetapi akan dikelola profesional dengan
struktur sendiri,” ujarnya, Sabtu (1/6/2013), di Kebun Kaligua, Brebes. Jajaran direksi
PTPN IX beserta Bupati Brebes menghadiri rangkaian acara Hari Ulang Tahun Ke-42 Pengolahan Teh
Hitam di Kebun Kaligua.
Wisata agro Kebun Kaligua dan Kebun Semugih berada
di kawasan perkebunan teh yang telah ada sejak zaman Belanda. Kebun Kaligua merupakan perkebunan
teh di barat Gunung Slamet di Desa Pandansari, Kecamatan Paguyangan, Brebes. Kebun Semugih,
perkebunan teh yang berada di lereng utara Gunung Slamet, berlokasi di Desa Banyumudal,
Kecamatan Moga, Pemalang.
Sebagai bentuk keseriusan PTPN IX dalam
mengembangkan wisata agro, di kedua kebun itu sedang dibangun mikrohidro atau pembangkit listrik
dengan menggunakan tenaga air. Selain itu, dilakukan juga pembenahan dan pembangunan sarana
penginapan yang lebih nyaman bagi wisatawan serta penambahan wahana permainan untuk menarik
perhatian wisatawan, terutama anak-anak.
”Untuk informasi ke luar, kami
akan membenahi website sehingga wisatawan yang ingin menikmati wisata alam mendapat informasi.
Kami juga ingin menarik minat para fotografer, termasuk fotografer dunia, bahwa di sini ada
obyek menarik yang layak difoto,” ujar Adi.
PTPN IX juga akan
mengarahkan wisata agro pada generasi muda, terutama anak-anak, dalam bentuk edukasi. Ada
rencana memadukan pariwisata panorama dengan industri yang ada, seperti pabrik teh. ”Jadi,
pengelolaan teh bisa diketahui masyarakat umum,” ungkapnya.
Brebes Idza Priyanti mengungkapkan, Pemerintah Kabupaten Brebes mendukung upaya PTPN IX
menjadikan Kebun Kaligua sebagai tempat wisata agro. Untuk saat ini, Pemkab akan membantu
pemeliharaan jalan-jalan di desa yang menuju Kebun Kaligua.
ini pemeliharaan dulu karena masih pembangunan mikrohidro. Harapan saya, APBD 2014 bisa
alokasikan untuk membangun jalan di sini. Yang jelas, kami akan memperhatikan hal ini karena
mendukung pariwisata,” paparnya.
Kebun Kaligua menawarkan panorama alam
berupa hamparan kebun teh seluas 509 hektar. Di kebun ini, para wisatawan dapat mengunjungi
pabrik pengolahan teh hitam. Kebun Semugih menawarkan pemandangan, pemetikan, budidaya, dan
pengolahan teh. (son)
GREENWICH, Conn. — Mago is in the bedroom. You can go in.
The big man lies on a hospital bed with his bare feet scraping its bottom rail. His head is propped on a scarlet pillow, the left temple dented, the right side paralyzed. His dark hair is kept just long enough to conceal the scars.
The occasional sounds he makes are understood only by his wife, but he still has that punctuating left hand. In slow motion, the fingers curl and close. A thumbs-up greeting.
This is Magomed Abdusalamov, 34, also known as the Russian Tyson, also known as Mago. He is a former heavyweight boxer who scored four knockouts and 14 technical knockouts in his first 18 professional fights. He preferred to stand between rounds. Sitting conveyed weakness.
But Mago lost his 19th fight, his big chance, at the packed Theater at Madison Square Garden in November 2013. His 19th decision, and his last.
Now here he is, in a small bedroom in a working-class neighborhood in Greenwich, in a modest house his family rents cheap from a devoted friend. The air-pressure machine for his mattress hums like an expectant crowd.
Today is like any other day, except for those days when he is hurried in crisis to the hospital. Every three hours during the night, his slight wife, Bakanay, 28, has risen to turn his 6-foot-3 body — 210 pounds of dead weight. It has to be done. Infections of the gaping bedsore above his tailbone have nearly killed him.
Then, with the help of a young caretaker, Baka has gotten two of their daughters off to elementary school and settled down the toddler. Yes, Mago and Baka are blessed with all girls, but they had also hoped for a son someday.
They feed Mago as they clean him; it’s easier that way. For breakfast, which comes with a side of crushed antiseizure pills, he likes oatmeal with a squirt of Hershey’s chocolate syrup. But even oatmeal must be puréed and fed to him by spoon.
He opens his mouth to indicate more, the way a baby does. But his paralysis has made everything a choking hazard. His water needs a stirring of powdered food thickener, and still he chokes — eh-eh-eh — as he tries to cough up what will not go down.
Mago used to drink only water. No alcohol. Not even soda. A sip of juice would be as far as he dared. Now even water betrays him.
With the caretaker’s help, Baka uses a washcloth and soap to clean his body and shampoo his hair. How handsome still, she has thought. Sometimes, in the night, she leaves the bedroom to watch old videos, just to hear again his voice in the fullness of life. She cries, wipes her eyes and returns, feigning happiness. Mago must never see her sad.
When Baka finishes, Mago is cleanshaven and fresh down to his trimmed and filed toenails. “I want him to look good,” she says.
Theirs was an arranged Muslim marriage in Makhachkala, in the Russian republic of Dagestan. He was 23, she was 18 and their future hinged on boxing. Sometimes they would shadowbox in love, her David to his Goliath. You are so strong, he would tell her.
His father once told him he could either be a bandit or an athlete, but if he chose banditry, “I will kill you.” This paternal advice, Mago later told The Ventura County Reporter, “made it a very easy decision for me.”
Mago won against mediocre competition, in Moscow and Hollywood, Fla., in Las Vegas and Johnstown, Pa. He was knocked down only once, and even then, it surprised more than hurt. He scored a technical knockout in the next round.
It all led up to this: the undercard at the Garden, Mike Perez vs. Magomed Abdusalamov, 10 rounds, on HBO. A win, he believed, would improve his chances of taking on the heavyweight champion Wladimir Klitschko, who sat in the crowd of 4,600 with his fiancée, the actress Hayden Panettiere, watching.
Wearing black-and-red trunks and a green mouth guard, Mago went to work. But in the first round, a hard forearm to his left cheek rocked him. At the bell, he returned to his corner, and this time, he sat down. “I think it’s broken,” he repeatedly said in Russian.
Maybe at that point, somebody — the referee, the ringside doctors, his handlers — should have stopped the fight, under a guiding principle: better one punch too early than one punch too late. But the bloody trade of blows continued into the seventh, eighth, ninth, a hand and orbital bone broken, his face transforming.
Meanwhile, in the family’s apartment in Miami, Baka forced herself to watch the broadcast. She could see it in his swollen eyes. Something was off.
After the final round, Perez raised his tattooed arms in victory, and Mago wandered off in a fog. He had taken 312 punches in about 40 minutes, for a purse of $40,000.
In the locker room, doctors sutured a cut above Mago’s left eye and tested his cognitive abilities. He did not do well. The ambulance that waits in expectation at every fight was not summoned by boxing officials.
Blood was pooling in Mago’s cranial cavity as he left the Garden. He vomited on the pavement while his handlers flagged a taxi to St. Luke’s-Roosevelt Hospital. There, doctors induced a coma and removed part of his skull to drain fluids and ease the swelling.
Then came the stroke.
It is lunchtime now, and the aroma of puréed beef and potatoes lingers. So do the questions.
How will Mago and Baka pay the $2 million in medical bills they owe? What if their friend can no longer offer them this home? Will they win their lawsuits against the five ringside doctors, the referee, and a New York State boxing inspector? What about Mago’s future care?
Most of all: Is this it?
A napkin rests on Mago’s chest. As another spoonful of mush approaches, he opens his mouth, half-swallows, chokes, and coughs until it clears. Eh-eh-eh. Sometimes he turns bluish, but Baka never shows fear. Always happy for Mago.
Some days he is wheeled out for physical therapy or speech therapy. Today, two massage therapists come to knead his half-limp body like a pair of skilled corner men.
Soon, Mago will doze. Then his three daughters, ages 2, 6 and 9, will descend upon him to talk of their day. Not long ago, the oldest lugged his championship belt to school for a proud show-and-tell moment. Her classmates were amazed at the weight of it.
Then, tonight, there will be more puréed food and pulverized medication, more coughing, and more tender care from his wife, before sleep comes.
He half-smiles, raises his one good hand, and forms a fist.