Pulau Tidung yang letaknya di
Kepulauan Seribu ini belakangan menjadi primadona bagi wisatawan yang ingin menghabiskan liburan,
terutama pada akhir pekan. Untuk mencapai Pulau Tidung, perlu menempuh perjalanan sekitar dua jam
dengan kapal dari Muara Angke, Jakarta.Hingga sampai di tempat tujuan yaitu pulau tidung.
Pulau Tidung memiliki pantai pasir putih yang cantik, yang mana hamparan pasir
putih ini memiliki luas sekitar kurang lebih 100 meter, dengan di lengkapi saung saung yang
berada di sekitar pulau tidung, Letak daripada lokasi pasir putih ini di barat pulau tidung
bagian selatan. Tidak sebatas pasir putihnya saja yang menjadikan pulau ini sangat menarik dan
terkesan, bagi para wisatawan yang berwisata di pulau ini.
Ditambah lagi dengan
ikon Jembatan Cinta yang memiliki cerita unik dan sejarah tersendiri di baliknya. Banyak hal yang
membuat orang semakin tertarik mengunjungi Pulau Tidung ini, hal ini di buktikan dengan
meningkatnya permintaan wisatawan yang mau berwisata ke pulau ini dari tahun ke tahun.
Ada beberapa pendapat , daripada jauh jauh ke pulau bali, yang uangnya atau biayanya
sangatlah mahal, kenapa tidak ke pulau tidung saja, yang mana keindahan pulau tidung itu sendiri
tidaklah kalah dengan pulau pulau yang ada pasir putihnya, salah satunya pasir putih yang berada
Hal ini bisa di buktikan karena adanya Gabung Mulung Tidung atau
GMT . GMT itu sendiri merupakan kegiatan wisata yang dipadukan dengan pelestarian lingkungan
melalui hal sederhana, yaitu memulung sampah di seputaran pantai Pulau Tidung. sehingga pantai
pulau tidung ini terus terjaga ekosistemnya, dan kebersihannya.
yang datang ke Pulau Tidung memiliki masa tinggal paling lama 2 hari. Oleh karena itu, pemerintah
daerah setempat sedang mencanangkan bagaimana agar wisatawan dapat memperpanjang masa
tinggalnya.sehingga pulau tidung ini bisa mendapatkan devisa, dan omset tersendiri untuk ibukota
Untuk itu, berbagai perbaikan akan dilakukan oleh pemerintah daerah
setempat. Salah satunya waktu dekat, pemerintah akan merenovasi Jembatan Cinta di Pulau
Jembatan Cinta merupakan jembatan kayu yang menghubungkan Pulau Tidung
Besar dan Pulau Tidung Kecil. Pulau Tidung sebenarnya terdiri dari dua, Pulau Tidung Besar dan
Pulau Tidung Kecil.
Selain itu, pemda juga mulai memerhatikan
kemudahan transportasi menuju pulau, dengan memberi izin kapal tradisional dan kapal ojek untuk
mengangkut penumpang menuju pulau.
Tak banyak yang tahu pula jika Pulau Tidung
memiliki daya tarik wisata lain, tepatnya wisata sejarah. Di Pulau Tidung Besar terdapat Makam
Raja Pandita. Konon, itu adalah makam seorang raja dari Malaysia yang datang ke Tidung. Rencana
pengembangan wisata makam yang ada di Tidung Besar juga sedang dibangun.
Adanya kegiatan GMT di Pulau Tidung menjadi salah satu daya tarik bagi wisatawan untuk datang
ke Tidung. Sehingga tercipta suasana tempat yang nyaman dan bersih di pulau tidung.
Demikianlah cerita singkat dengan wisata pasir putih yang berada di pulau tidung, sehingga
dapat memberikan penyemangat bagi para wisatawan untuk berwisata ke pulau tidung.
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.