quarta-feira, 16 de dezembro de 2009

Pakistani Motorways



Digam o que quiserem, mas se tem uma coisa da qual o Paquistão pode se orgulhar, são suas estradas (motorway)..Dá de 100000000000000000000 a zero nas do Brasil (que tirando algumas do Sul e Sudeste, o resto se juntar tudo não dá uma afff)...Pelo o menos as estradas pelas quais eu já passei por lá são muito muito, muito boas mesmo. Dá até gosto!

São super bem servidas de excelentes postos de gasolinas (by the way, NUNCA vi um país pra ter taaaaaaaaaanto posto de gasolina como o Paquistão), bem conservadas, pistas duplas, canteiros, flores, etc...
Tem até pedágios hahaha...Eu só não sei qual é a "MÁGICA" que esse povo faz pra conservar essas estradas, porque com toda a robalheira do Governo (que é um dos mais corruptos do mundo, acho que só perde pro Bras
il hihihi) e as módicas 15 rúpias que pagamos de pedágio (carros de passeio) , eles conseguem fazer o milagre da multiplicação hahaha

E vou falar uma coisa pra vcs...Quem me conhece sabe que eu MORRO DE MEDO/PANICO/PAVOR/FOBIA de pegar uma estrada e viajar de carro e afins, no Brasil, não viajo neeeeeeeeeem amarrada..Mas não sei o que acontece comigo no Pakistan, que lá eu vou de boa com meu marido lindo, maravilhoso pela estrada afora heheh...ui! Já fomos de Lahore p/ Multan umas 384747566347 de vezes..A primeira vez fiquei tensa pq eu tenho mesmo a fobia, mas das outras foi super sussa...Vá entender neh!

Bem, achei a matéria abaixo super interessante (em inglês, se não gostarem, ema ema ema...vão estudar hahaha) aí juntou a fome com a vontade de comer, pois esse assunto das pakistani motorways sempre esteve na minha mira pra virar tópico aqui no blog, mas a preguiça sempre falou mais alto hehehe..Mas esse era o gancho que faltava...Leiam ae!

A materia fala mais especificamente da M2, que Liga Islamabad a Lahore e que segundo o reporter é bem sussa...As outras não são tão desertas, mas mesmo assim são ótimas...;)

Failed state? Try Pakistan’s M2 motorway

ISLAMABAD: If you want a slice of peace and stability in a country with a reputation for violence and chaos, try Pakistan’s M2 motorway.

At times foreign reporters need to a give a nation a rest from their instinctive cynicism. I feel like that with Pakistan each time I whizz along the M2 between Islamabad and Lahore, the only motorway I know that inspires me to write.

Now, if the M2 conjures images of bland, spotless tarmac interspersed with gas stations and fast food outlets, you would be right. But this is South Asia, land of potholes, reckless driving and the occasional invasion of livestock.

And this is Pakistan, for many a ‘failed state.’ Here, blandness can inspire almost heady optimism.

Built in the 1990s at a cost of around $1 billion, the 228-mile motorway — which continues to Peshawar as the M1 — is like a six-lane highway to paradise in a country that usually makes headlines for suicide bombers, army offensives and political mayhem.

Indeed, for sheer spotlessness, efficiency and emptiness there is nothing like the M2 in the rest of South Asia.

It puts paid to what’s on offer in Pakistan’s traditional foe and emerging economic giant India, where village culture stubbornly refuses to cede to even the most modern motorways, making them battlegrounds of rickshaws, lorries and cows.

There are many things in Pakistan that don’t get into the news. Daily life, for one. Pakistani hospitality to strangers, foreigners like myself included, is another. The M2 is another sign that all is not what it appears in Pakistan, that much lies hidden behind the bad news. (ADOREI ESSE TRECHO)

On a recent M2 trip, my driver whizzed along but kept his speedometer firmly placed on the speed limit. Here in this South Asian Alice’s Wonderland, the special highway police are considered incorruptible. The motorway is so empty one wonders if it really cuts through one of the region’s most populated regions.

‘130, OK, but 131 is a fine,’ said the driver, Noshad Khan.

‘The police have cameras,’ he added, almost proudly. His hand waved around in the car, clenched in the form of a gun.

On one of my first trips to Pakistan. I arrived at the border having just negotiated a one-lane country road in India with cows, rickshaws and donkey-driven carts.

I toted my luggage over to the Pakistan side, and within a short time my Pakistani taxi purred along the tarmac. The driver proudly showed off his English and played US rock on FM radio. The announcer even had an American accent. Pakistan, for a moment, receded, and my M2 trip began.

Built in the 1990s by then Prime Minister Nawaz Sharif, it was part of his dream of a motorway that would unite Pakistan with Afghanistan and central Asia.

For supporters it shows the potential of Pakistan. Its detractors say it was a waste of money, a white elephant that was a grandiose plaything for Sharif.

But while his dreams for the motorway foundered along with many of Pakistan, somehow the Islamabad-Lahore stretch has survived assassinations, coups and bombs.

A relatively expensive toll means it is a motorway for the privileged. Poorer Pakistanis use the older trunk road nearby tracing an ancient route that once ran thousands of miles to eastern India. The road is shorter, busier and takes nearly an hour longer.

On my latest trip, I passed the lonely occasional worker in an orange suit sweeping the edge of the motorway in a seemingly Sisyphean task. A fence keeps out the donkeys and horse-driven carts.

Service centres are almost indistinguishable from any service station in the West, aside perhaps from the spotless mosques.

The real Pakistan can be seen from the car window, but in the distance. Colourful painted lorries still ply those roads. Dirt poor villagers toil in brick factories, farmers on donkey carts go about their business.

Of course, four hours of mundane travel is quite enough.

Arriving in Lahore, the road suddenly turns into South Asia once again. Dust seeps through the open car window, endless honks sound, beggars knock on car windows. The driver begins again his daily, dangerous battle for road supremacy.

As Pakistan unveils itself in all its vibrancy, it is exciting to be back. But you can’t help feel a tinge of regret at having experienced, briefly, a lost dream.

‘Motorway good — but Pakistan,’ Noshad said at the last petrol station before we entered Lahore.

‘Terrorism, Rawalpindi,’ he added, referring to the latest militant attack on a mosque in the garrison town which killed dozens. —Reuters

Fonte: Dawn News

Um comentário:

Carrie disse...

Não tenho grande conhecimento das estradas brasileiras, mas é inegavel que as estradas do Paquistão são muito boas tendo em atenção toda a questão economica em que o pais se encontra!
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