Taksi Hitam dari Toba ke Pematang Siantar

<—-Kisah Sebelumnya

Aku memasuki kamar Eloise untuk mengambil backpack  yang kutitip sejak pagi. Aku check out di pagi hari dan berlanjut mengeksplorasi Samosir seharian bersamanya. Aku berpamitan padanya dan bersiap menuju Pematang Siantar, sedangkan dia masih semalam lagi di Samosir.

Staff Bagus Bay Homestay mengarahkanku untuk menunggu ferry di pelabuhan terdekat. Berbelok ke kiri setelah keluar hotel, beberapa puluh meter kemudian, aku memasuki gang di kiri jalan. Tetap melangkah hingga tiba di sebuah warung, tepat di sisi pelabuhan.

Tigaraja Bang?, tunggu setengah jam ya!”, ucap seorang timer padaku. Setengah jam yang lebih dari cukup untuk menyantap semangkuk mie instan bertopping telur mata sapi seharga Rp. 15.000 di pojok warung.

Ferry terlihat merapat dan sang timer diam menunjuk mukaku, lalu telunjuknya bergeser menunjuk ke arah ferry. Aku faham maksudnya.

Belum juga merapat sempurna, aku melompat ke ferry. Segenap penumpang di deck kiri berteriak. “Awasssss, Banngg!”. Aku melambaikan tangan bak artis. Ternyata kemampuanku bermain perahu motor di Waduk Jatiluhur saat menjadi sales ikan budidaya karamba masihlah mumpuni.

Zoe’s Paradise Hotel (putih) dan Dumasari Hotel (merah) menatapku pergi meninggalkan Samosir.
Menuju Pelabuhan Tigaraja dalam 50 menit.

Pria berjaket jeans biru pudar menatap lekat dari kejauhan ketika aku menuruni ferry. Tak ada jalan lain untuk menghindarinya. Seperti ditunggu seorang preman yang siap menerjangku.

Siantar, Bang. Empat puluh ribu?”, ujarnya sembari membayangi langkahku. “Oh, jasa taksi”, ujarku. Mengejar Bus INTRA yang akan berangkat jam tujuh malam, aku mengiyakan saja. Dan aku dibawa ke kantor Bagus Taxi.

Kebelet pipis tapi tak kebagian toilet, ada yang kelamaan mandi….Asem.
Sopir dan penumpang pun bermusuhan lewat adu bidak kayu.

Sepertinya akulah pengisi terakhir di manifest taksi. Begitu cepat, aku sudah duduk saja di sisi kanan bangku tengah.

Tepat di kiriku, seorang bapak yang gemar merokok sepanjang perjalanan.

Avanza hitam berputar-putar mengukur jalanan untuk menjemput penumpangnya satu persatu. Penjemputan diakhiri dengan satu insiden ketika seorang ibu ketinggalan dompet di kilometer kelima perjalanan kami. Hal menjengkelkan tetapi mampu membuatku tertawa kecil. Tak ada pilihan, taksi berputar balik untuk mengambil dompet si ibu.

Meninggalkan Toba, kebutan taksi memaksaku membuka pejaman mata. Aku diajaknya meliuk-liuk menikmati indahnya pemandangan alam Simalungun. Kebun sawit, hamparan ladang, perbukitan dan lembahnya dilewati satu-persatu. Sesekali si sopir menciptakan humor, salah satunya ketika panik memasang sabuk pengaman yang tak dikenakannya bebarengan dengan penumpang di sebelah, pontang-panting memasangnya, bahkan tak berhasil hingga melewati area operasi polisi….Beruntung tak ditangkap.

Dalam satu jam 20 menit, taksi mulai memasuki tepian kota,kemudian menuju pusat kota melalui Jalan Gereja dan Jalan Merdeka dengan dua tugu sebagai landmark kota.

Tugu Adipura. Siantar pernah 4 kali menyabet penghargaan lingkungan ini.
Monumen Wahana Tata Nugraha era Soeharto, penghargaan atas apiknya tata kelola transportasi.

Bang, begitu sampai Parluasan langsung ke pool aja, hati-hati ya!”, kata Bang Erwin (teman backpacker yang tak sengaja bertemu di diatas Bus HoHo KL 2013 silam). Mungkin dia mengkhawatirkanku memasuki Parluasan yang terkenal dengan premannya. Tapi aku menanggapinya dengan santai karena aku tahu akan diturunkan tepat di depan pool bus INTRA.

Sampai…..

Mari menunggu Bang Erwin menjemputku untuk berkeliling Pematang Siantar sejenak.

Kisah Selanjutnya—->

Black Taxi from Toba Lake to Pematang Siantar

I entered Eloise’s room to pick up my backpack which I had entrusted since morning. I checked out in the morning and continued to exploring Samosir all day with her. I said good-bye to her and prepared to go to Pematang Siantar, while she was still overnight at Samosir.

Bagus Bay Homestay staff directed me to wait for a ferry at the nearest port. Turn left after exiting the hotel, a few tens of meters later, I entered a alley at left side of road. Keep stepping until I reached a stall, right on port edge.

Tigaraja, Sir? Wait for half an hour, okay?“, Said a timer to me. Half an hour which was more than enough to ate a bowl of instant noodles with egg topping for USD 1.1 in stall corner.

Ferry looked approaching and the timer was silently pointing my face, then his index finger was pointing toward the ferry. I understand what that means.

Not even perfectly leaning yet, I jumped into the ferry. All passengers on the left deck shouted. “Watch out, Sir!” I waved like an artist. It turned out that my ability to maneuver with motorboats in Jatiluhur Dam when I became a fish farm salesman was still good.

Zoe’s Paradise Hotel (white) and Dumasari Hotel (red) stared at me when leaving Samosir.
Heading to Tigaraja port in 50 minutes.

The man in a faded blue jeans was intently staring in the distance when I descended the ferry. There isn’t other way to avoid it. I looked like waiting for a thug who was ready to hit me.

Siantar, Sir. Forty thousand Rupiah (USD 3)?“, He said while shadowing my steps. “Oh, taxi service“, I said. Chasing INTRA Bus which would leave at seven o’clock in the evening, I said yes. And I was taken to Bagus Taxi’s office.

Dying for a pee but didn’t getting a toilet, someone took a shower too long….Huftt.
Driver and passenger were hostile through a wooden pawns fight.

Looked like I was the last filler in taxi manifest. So fast, I’ve just sat on right side of middle row seat.

Right on my left, an old man who liked smoking during journey.

Black Avanza (one of Toyota type in Indonesia) swirled to measure street and picked up passengers one by one. pickup was ended with one incident when a woman missed her wallet in the fifth kilometer of our trip. It was annoying but can make me a little bit laugh. There wasn’t choice, the taxi turned back to get her wallet.

Leaving Toba Lake, the taxi speed forced me to open my eyes. It invited me to snaking and enjoying beautiful natural scenery of Simalungun Regency. Oil palm plantations, fields, hills and valleys were passed one by one. Occasionally the driver created humors, one of it when he frantically installing a seat belt which he didn’t wear in unison with a passenger next to him, even failedly installing it, until we passed the police operation area….Luckily, he didn’t stopped by police.

Within an hour and 20 minutes, taxi started to entering city edge, then headed to downtown via Gereja Street and Merdeka Street with two monuments as city landmarks.

Adipura Monument. Siantar has won this environmental award for four times.
Wahana Tata Nugraha Monument in President Soeharto era, an award for the excellent of transportation management.

Brother, once you get to Parluasan area, just go to the bus office, be careful“, said Erwin (my backpacker friend who accidentally met on KL HoHo Bus on 2013). Maybe he was worried about me when entering Parluasan area who was famous for its thugs. But I casually responded because I knew that I would be dropped right in front of the INTRA bus office.

I arrived…..

Let’s waited for brother Erwin to pick me up for getting around Pematang Siantar for a moment.t