Ruas jalan itu panjangnya hampir 500 meter. Sepanjangnya dipenuhi dengan deretan pertokoan, mungkin ada seratusan dan hampir sebagian besar toko itu dimiliki atau disewa para pedagang Tionghoa, sehingga mirip dengan Cina town.
Dari namanya aku tak tahu dengan persis apakah itu nama tokoh atau pahlawan atau seseorang yang punya pengaruh besar dijamannya sehingga namanya diabadikan sebagai nama jalan, atau nama itu bermakna sesuatu?. Aku tak tahu, mungkin kelak aku akan menanyakannya jika aku sempat mengunjunginya lagi.
Dalam amatanku jalan itu hampir sama dengan daerah pecinan lain, mungkin karena dibangun di era yang sama di jaman Belanda. Komplek dipenuhi pertokoan berlantai dua dengan tiang besar di depannya, trotoarnya menyatu langsung dengan bagian depan toko, dengan lengkung yang khas dan kokoh. Dan bagian paling pinggir dari jalan yang berbatas dengan toko menjadi areal perparkiran yang dipenuhi dengan mobil colt diesel dan sepeda motor milik para pedagang, selebihnya dipenuhi dengan sepeda kumbang berwarna hitam, sepeda khas tahun 1970-an.
Bagian ujung jalan kolopaking dipenuhi dengan deretan toko kelontong dan grosir sedangkan bagian ujung yang satunya lagi terdapat jembatan dengan palang besi bulat tanpa cat. Dibawahnya mengalir sungai yang ujungnya berada di desa karang sari persis didepan pesantren, dan bagian jembatan tengahnya berada di jalan jalur menuju alun-alun kota sementara bagian ketiganya di jalan kolopaking itu. Sungainya bersih dan arusnya mengalir deras. Ujung jembatan itu dipenuhi para penjual gerabah berupa celengan ayam atau tungku untuk membuat serabi dan kuali dari tanah liat yang dijual berjejer di atas tikar bercampur dengan penjual "yoyo", sejenis permainan tradisional terbuat dari kayu dengan tali untuk menarik dan mengulur ketika memainkannya. Aku biasanya membelinya disana karena selain grosir, aku bisa memilih kualitas kayu jati dengan motif yang cantik dengan harga super murah.
Bagian kiri dari jalan kolopaking yang dekat dengan jalan kusuma itu berbatas langsung dengan lapangan areal parkir pasar yang pinggirannya dipenuhi dengan warung nasi rames dan toko kelontong yang ramai dengan pengunjung. Dengan kantor pos polisi kecil di pinggirnya. Kakekku kenal dengan beberapa polisi itu, dan biasanya di hari lebaran kakek mendapat hadian beberapa petasan sitaan dari para pedagang. Areal parkir pasar itu biasanya juga digunakan untuk pertunjukkan wayang kulit semalam suntuk atau digunakan para pedagang obat yang berusaha bermain akrobat atau mencoba bermain sulap, untuk menarik pengunjung. Bagian pinggirnya berpagar besi siku berwarna coklat untuk membedakannya antara areal parkir pasar dan jalan kolopaking dengan tambahan trotoar kecil cukup untuk para pejalan kaki, tapi seringkali juga diserobot para pedagang eceran rokok yang mangkal sembarangan di atas trotoar sempit tadi.
Bagi kami yang masih anak-anak selain daerah tempat para penjual yoyo dan lorong menuju mesjid, daerah ini kurang begitu menarik karena tak bisa menjadi areal bermain, terlalu padat kendaraan. Tapi sejak aku mulai bersekolah di dekat alun-alun aku kadang-kadang melewati jembatan kolopaking, dan berjalan menyusuri trotoar pertokoan, biasanya di hari sabtu, melihat barang ini itu, mengintip penjual obat atau melewati lorong mesjid kolopaking dan mengambil jalan pintas melalui rumah teman di belakang masjid, aku bisa berlama-lama pulang sekolah dan baju kotor tak masalah. Ibu Biasanya paling ribut, karena kuatir dengan culik atau orang jahat di pasar.Tapi aku tetap saja membandel.
Aku pernah punya kisah dengan kawasan niaga kolopaking itu. Aku pernah mendapat hadian undian dari sebuah produk mie telor, berupa "piring panci" kemudian aku menukar kupon itu di toko yang ditunjuk.Semula aku pikir akan mendapat piring dan panci nyatanya aku hanya mendapat sebuah piring seng berbahan panci berwarna hijau loreng. Lumayan kata ibuku berusaha menyenangkan hatiku yang ketika itu kecewa sekali. Karena sebenarnya aku ingin menghadiahkannya untuk ibuku.
Aku juga punya seorang teman perempuan yang orang tuanya punya toko di daerah itu, tokonya menjual sembako, sepulang sekolah ia membantu orang tuanya menjadi penjaga toko. Setiap kali melewati tokonya aku berusaha mengganggunya. Anak itu manis dengan rambut ikal sebahu bertubuh kecil. Aku lupa namanya kalau tak salah Syarifah, karena aku tak bisa ingat dengan persis. Ketika aku pulang di tahun 1996, aku pernah mencoba menyusuri jalan itu lagi dan mengamati tokonya berharap siapa tahu mungkin dia masih ingat.
Jalan kolopaking, seingatku juga tak memiliki pepohonan, daerahnya memang khusus para pedagang, kalaupun ada yang tinggal disana karena punya toko dibawahnya. Begitupun tidak terlihat gersang karena deretan tenda tambahan kadang-kadang menutup sebagian jalan dan mengganggu pejalan kaki. Beberapa kios dan pedagang kecil nekat berusaha memanfaatkan celah kecil di area parkir untuk berjualan ala kadar dengan menggelar tikar. Pribumi di daerah itu kalah bersaing dengan para pedagang Cina yang lihai dan mahir. Area yang satu ini memang khas sekali dengan nuansa daerah niaga dan Cina Town-nya. Namanya juga sepintas terdengar seperti ejaan Cina. Ko-lo-pa-king!. Entahlah benar atau tidak.
Kolopaking Road
by hans@aceh digest
Roads were almost 500 meters in length. Along the street lined with shops, there may be a hundred and nearly most of the shops were owned or leased the Chinese merchants, so similar to the Chinese town.
From the name I do not know exactly whether it is a character or a hero or someone who had a major influence in his time so that his name immortalized as street names, or names that mean something?. I do not know, maybe someday I'll ask if I could visit it again.
In the observations I was almost the same path with other Chinatown, probably because it was built in the same era in the Dutch period. Two-story complex of shops filled with a big pole in front of him, sidewalks fused directly to the front of the store, with a distinctive curved and sturdy. And the very edge of the road which is adjacent with the store into the parking area filled with colt diesel cars and motorcycles owned by the traders, the rest filled with black moped, bikes typical in the 1970s.
The end Kolopaking road lined with grocery stores and wholesalers while the other end there is a bridge with a round iron bars without paint. Rivers flowing underneath the ends are in the village just before boarding coral extracts, and the middle bridge on the road route to the town square while the three on the road Kolopaking it. The river was clean and the current is flowing. End of the bridge was filled with the sellers of pottery piggy bank in the form of chicken or furnace to make a pancake and pans of clay are sold side by side on a mat mixed with the seller "yoyo", a kind of game traditionally made of wood with a rope to pull and stalling when playing it. I usually buy it there because in addition to wholesale, I can choose the quality of teak wood with beautiful motifs with super cheap prices.
The left side of the road close to the road Kolopaking kusuma field is bounded directly by the edges of the parking lot filled with market stalls rames rice and grocery stores are crowded with visitors. With a small police post office at the edges. My grandfather was familiar with several policemen, and usually on the day of Eid prizes grandfather got some fireworks confiscated from traders. The parking lot is usually also used the market for all-night shadow puppet show, or used by drug dealers who try to play or try to play magic stunt, to attract visitors. Fenced edges brown brackets to distinguish between parking lots and street markets with additional sidewalks Kolopaking small enough for the pedestrians, but often also snatched the cigarette retailers who hung haphazardly on the narrow sidewalk earlier.
For those of us who were children in addition to the area where the sellers of yo-yo and the hallway to the mosque, this area less attractive because it can not be a play area, overcrowded vehicles. But since I started school near the square I sometimes Kolopaking over the bridge, and walked down the sidewalk shops, usually on Saturdays, seeing this stuff, peered down the hall or drug sellers Kolopaking mosque and take a shortcut through a friend's house in back of the mosque, I can linger after school and dirty clothes do not matter. Usually the most noisy mother, for fear that the bad guys kidnap or in the market. But I was still stubborn.
I've got a story to the region's commercial Kolopaking. I've got a lucky draw prizes from an egg noodle products, a "dish pan" then I traded it in store coupons that have been determined. At first I thought it would get the plates and pans in fact I just got a pot made of tin plate in green camouflage. Fair said she tried to please me who was disappointed at all. Because actually I wanted to present it to my Mom.
I also have a female friend whose parents had a shop in the area, the store sells groceries, after school he helped his parents being a shopkeeper. Every time he passed the shop I tried to disturb him. The boy was cute with curly shoulder-length hair small stature. I forget his name if no one Syarifah, because I can not remember exactly. When I came home in 1996, I never tried it again down the road and watched the shop hope who knows maybe he still remembers.
From the name I do not know exactly whether it is a character or a hero or someone who had a major influence in his time so that his name immortalized as street names, or names that mean something?. I do not know, maybe someday I'll ask if I could visit it again.
In the observations I was almost the same path with other Chinatown, probably because it was built in the same era in the Dutch period. Two-story complex of shops filled with a big pole in front of him, sidewalks fused directly to the front of the store, with a distinctive curved and sturdy. And the very edge of the road which is adjacent with the store into the parking area filled with colt diesel cars and motorcycles owned by the traders, the rest filled with black moped, bikes typical in the 1970s.
The end Kolopaking road lined with grocery stores and wholesalers while the other end there is a bridge with a round iron bars without paint. Rivers flowing underneath the ends are in the village just before boarding coral extracts, and the middle bridge on the road route to the town square while the three on the road Kolopaking it. The river was clean and the current is flowing. End of the bridge was filled with the sellers of pottery piggy bank in the form of chicken or furnace to make a pancake and pans of clay are sold side by side on a mat mixed with the seller "yoyo", a kind of game traditionally made of wood with a rope to pull and stalling when playing it. I usually buy it there because in addition to wholesale, I can choose the quality of teak wood with beautiful motifs with super cheap prices.
The left side of the road close to the road Kolopaking kusuma field is bounded directly by the edges of the parking lot filled with market stalls rames rice and grocery stores are crowded with visitors. With a small police post office at the edges. My grandfather was familiar with several policemen, and usually on the day of Eid prizes grandfather got some fireworks confiscated from traders. The parking lot is usually also used the market for all-night shadow puppet show, or used by drug dealers who try to play or try to play magic stunt, to attract visitors. Fenced edges brown brackets to distinguish between parking lots and street markets with additional sidewalks Kolopaking small enough for the pedestrians, but often also snatched the cigarette retailers who hung haphazardly on the narrow sidewalk earlier.
For those of us who were children in addition to the area where the sellers of yo-yo and the hallway to the mosque, this area less attractive because it can not be a play area, overcrowded vehicles. But since I started school near the square I sometimes Kolopaking over the bridge, and walked down the sidewalk shops, usually on Saturdays, seeing this stuff, peered down the hall or drug sellers Kolopaking mosque and take a shortcut through a friend's house in back of the mosque, I can linger after school and dirty clothes do not matter. Usually the most noisy mother, for fear that the bad guys kidnap or in the market. But I was still stubborn.
I've got a story to the region's commercial Kolopaking. I've got a lucky draw prizes from an egg noodle products, a "dish pan" then I traded it in store coupons that have been determined. At first I thought it would get the plates and pans in fact I just got a pot made of tin plate in green camouflage. Fair said she tried to please me who was disappointed at all. Because actually I wanted to present it to my Mom.
I also have a female friend whose parents had a shop in the area, the store sells groceries, after school he helped his parents being a shopkeeper. Every time he passed the shop I tried to disturb him. The boy was cute with curly shoulder-length hair small stature. I forget his name if no one Syarifah, because I can not remember exactly. When I came home in 1996, I never tried it again down the road and watched the shop hope who knows maybe he still remembers.
Kolopaking road, as I recall also do not have trees, local traders are special, even if there are living there because he had a shop underneath. So is not visible because of a row of tents arid sometimes additional closing some roads and disrupt pedestrian. Some kiosks and reckless traders tried to use a small slit in the parking lot to sell by holding a mat-style levels. Natives in the area can not compete with the Chinese traders who expertly and proficiently. The area that this one was typical of all the nuances of the business district and China Town it. His name also sounds like a spelling cursory China. Ko-lo-pa-king!. Dunno true or not.
