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Petronas Towers, Kuala Lumpur	17 March 2003, Malaysian Borneo, Kuching Singapore - Johor Bahru - Kuching Crossing the border from Singapore to Malaysia was way too easy. It only took a matter of a couple of minutes. Our bus dropped us off at the customs area, we went up an elevator, handed our passports to the local authorities, got our exit stamps and went down an elevator to board the bus again. Entering Malaysia did not at all seem foreign to me. Bahasa Malay, the local language, is very similar to Bahasa Indonesian. As I spent some time in Indonesia last year, I had the basic vocabulary, which came in very handy when it came to essentials such as ordering food. Instead of flying direct from Singapore to Kuching, I took a bus from Singapore to the airport in Johor Bahru, and then flew to Kuching. This route is at least 1/3 cheaper than the direct route, and only takes about an extra hour. It’s not at all a hassle either, as you can book your plane ticket and direct bus from Malaysian Airlines in Singapore. Kuching’s international airport is from above looks like a basic runway surrounded by nothing but forest. Interestingly enough, entering Kuching is like entering another country – even if you’re coming from Peninsular Malaysia. You have to clear customs once again and are given a separate tourist visa that is stamped in your passport. Malaysian Borneo officially became part of modern-day Malaysia in 1963, but it seems that old habits are hard to break – either that or local officials want to keep tabs on you in case you get your head chopped off by a local tribesmen and don’t leave before the expiration of your visa. After picking up my luggage, I contemplated taking a taxi to town, but at approximately 20 RM versus 1 RM on the local bus, I decided to take my chance with the local way. As I stood at the stop, a local heading to town asked if I and another local wanted rides. Why not! For 3 RM he took me right to the hotel I wanted to stay at, which is always a nice thing considering the heat and the weight of my backpack. My evening was spent wandering along the new Waterfront before retiring early in order to fully recharge my battery for the big trip into the heart of the Borneo. Lalang Traditional Longhouse Visit At 7:30 I met up with my ride and we headed out of the city towards Sri Aman. Before we left, he handed me my breakfast, which consisted of some sticky rice, a banana and peanut butter pancake and a can of Fanta. The stick rice wrapped in banana leaf was so disgusting I had to swallow each mouthful with a huge gulf of my drink as to not offend Apa. The banana pancake with peanut butter, however, was a treat. The trip took approximately four hours and it was a great chance for me to ask Apa, the tour organizer, a ton of questions about life in Borneo. I’m sure by the end of the four hours he was quite sick of my curiosity! At least I didn’t sound like a total idiot, as I had some ideas about life on the island as well as a descent vocabulary. Apa drove like a maniac the whole way. He told me that if he drove the speed limit he’d get tired and might fall asleep. At least he had a nice Malaysian built Proton with a ton of horsepower compared to many of the other vehicles on the road. That tells me something about the price of the tour. We took our first break stop in the town of Serian. Apparently this is a big pit stop for Indonesian workers from Kalimantan that are heading to Malaysian factories. We stopped at a wholesale-looking shop for some gifts for the tribe we were going to visit and also went next door for a quick bite to eat. For much of the journey you could see mountains to the west, which separate Sarawak from Kalimantan. You’d have to be quite the adventurer to attempt that crossing! Four hours later we arrived in a small little village where I met up with four English girls, our guide Entalai and our driver to take us up the Skrang river. The boat we took was about as wide as a canoe and had enough space for eight people. For the first few minutes of the journey, I couldn’t hear anything other than high-pitched notes until the girls realized that the wooden boat with a little motor was more stable than it appeared. For the next two hours, the sounds of crickets, birds and other insects combined with those from the river and the trees serenaded us all the way up to Lalang. By the time we arrived at the Lalang longhouse, my buttocks was rather sore and slightly numb. The wooden seats and lack of space to change sitting positions contributed to this slight inconvenience. I must remember that this is Borneo though, not Venice. At some point during the trip, I found myself questioning why I had refused to eat all that yummy fatty food in Canada, which would have increased the plumpness of my own cushion and made the trip more comfortable. No matter, there was so much to see along the way, such as large monitor lizards and longhouses, that I often forgot about my temporary minute pains. Try to imagine the following: twenty-two families, one-hundred and thirteen people as well as a few animals all living under one big tin roof in a wooden building with temperatures soaring above 30 degrees daily! That’s a brief description of the way of life for the Iban people. As we entered the twenty-two year old edifice, we first took off our shoes and were then greeted with smiles and a looks of curiosity by those that were laying around in the mid-afternoon. Each of the twenty-two families have their own room and a common open-space area where you can see all the way down the longhouse. Every family also has a deck and a piece of farmland somewhere near the longhouse. The Iban basically still live off of the land, though items from the modern world, such as toothpaste and a poster of Hulk Hogan & the Rock, proved that they did not live in total isolation from the modern world. The building itself is made of wood, bamboo and a tin roof. Walking around I felt like I was on egg shells, as many of the pieces of wood were rotted, and I was told to always place my feet on spots where pieces of wood intersected, as you never know when one single piece may give way. Falling through would not be a pleasant experience either, as the drop may only be three or four feet deep, but you’d most likely be landing in some turkey, chicken or dog droppings. After sitting around and learning the rules of the house, we met Bau, the tribe’s chief, and offered him some gifts. Quite an interesting man! His earlobes had rather large holes and he had tattoos on his arms, chest and neck. Though this traditional look is not too common in the younger generation, some people still go through the pain. He wasn’t exactly dressed in traditional clothing, either. He had on a very old collared shirt and a pair of shorts with a large hole in the derrière. Hanging from the ceiling in front of Bau’s door, I noticed three skulls hanging in nets. The Iban people used to be headhunters and skulls were often displayed as trophies. Fortunately for me the foreigner, this tradition is no longer in practice – or so they say! You really can feel the heat in the building. Especially after you’ve had some piping hot tea! I tried to limit my movement, but it didn’t help. I spent the entire weekend wandering around inside with a towel to wipe the sweat off my face. It was then time to head down to the batang (river) for a little dip. The river is quite a social area. The Iban do their washing and their laundry here and the kids come down to play. It’s also a great place to greet other Iban who are passing by on their way to work or home. After a nice little swim in a very strong current, I sat around Watching the kids play and the adults do their chores. No matter what culture, it seems that girls against boys is quite popular at a young age! No, the ball they used to play with wasn’t something made locally, rather it looked like something you’d buy in the discount bin at Wal-Mart. Like a National Geographic fantasy from my childhood, the women were down by the Water without tops. I guess you win some and you lose some. I then wandered around outside the longhouse to see what else people did. I found many caged animals, mostly pigs that are likely being raised for future consumption. The children were also running around, hiding and staring at a very strange-looking and strange-dressed person – me. By that time some of the Iban had returned from their farmland and I Watched some of them stomp on branches, separating what looked like little green and red seeds. Entalai told me they were pepper seeds, and I wandered up onto their decks to get a closer look. The people here are very friendly and often spoke to me in their native language thinking I’d understand. I guess it might be difficult to comprehend that other people speak other languages if you think your language is the only one that exists and you are cut-off from the rest of the world. Okay, that statement might be a little far-fetched here, but I’m sure it applies somewhere deeper in the jungle. When I returned into the longhouse, something very strange took place. A man approached me with a pair or scissors and was pointing to his head as if he wanted me to do something to his head. I took the scissors from him, cut off a little chunk of his hair and then he motioned for me to throw the hair on the ground. I later found out that having your hair cut by a foreign person is good luck. Little did I know, he was just the first of many to ask for a new hairstyle! I wanted to give some of these guys a nice hockey-head mullet or beaver tail in order to leave a bit of Canadian heritage with them, but I wasn’t willing to risk it in this former headhunting tribe. At around 19:00 we were invited into Entalai’s home for dinner. Sitting in a circle on a bamboo carpet in a room almost as hot as a conventional oven, we shared a wonderful meal. There was rice, chicken, fish, beans and other green vegetables as well as bananas for dessert and tea to finish up. I think the most difficult aspect of the meal was trying to sit comfortably cross-legged like everyone else and to bring the food to my mouth without losing half of my rice and looking like a goof in the process. The challenge seemed to make the feast taste even better and made the meal last longer. Following dinner, some of the male members of the longhouse performed some traditional war/hunting dances for us while some of the women and children played some accompanying music. Many of the moves seemed to mimic fighting, while others looked as if the hunters were trying to catch their prey and elude danger. After each man had their turn in the spotlight, we were asked to join them. If my dancing reflected my fighting/hunting capabilities, and I grew up an Iban, I surely would not be alive today. When the locals are not cooking, farming, hunting or talking, they spend some of their time working on various crafts – to make money off tourists. These crafts were all brought out for us to see after the dancing. The crafts ranged from jewellery to masks to bamboo-woven drawings to hunting tools. This was a great time to interact with all of the people. Even some of the kids had items to display, such as simple masks and jewellery. After a nice hot drink and some cookies, we prepared our beds and mosquito nets in order to get some shut-eye before the trip home. Sleeping in the large open-area was not easy! First, I had to find a way to cool down my body. It’s hot enough in the building without the mosquito net, but once you add that, the air circulates even less. Second, you have to be able to sleep amidst roaming dogs and the sounds of animals. Finally, there are some Iban still up chatting away and smoking either their bamboo cigarettes or their bamboo bongs. I purposely didn’t drink too much Water before going to bed, as leaving the longhouse to use the facilities would have been quite the adventure. It’s quite difficult to sleep past the crack of dawn around here due to the temperature, the light rays that penetrates the building and most of all due to the animals that seem to love cock-a-doodle-doo-ing around 5:00. The breakfast that was prepared for us that morning was a special treat. The main attraction had to be the 3-inch thick banana pancake. Though I could see grease and oil oozing out of it as I took each bite, I really didn’t care, as the taste was out of this world. Throw in some fresh pineapple and bananas, fried eggs, bread, coffee and tea and you have got a meal worthy of any distinguished palate. In case you are wondering, the meal we ate is not your every-day meal. Normally, rice is served for breakfast. However, special occasions deserve special meals. Entalai then led us on a little tour of the countryside to view the land where the tribe members farm. The land was quite steep and slippery from the evening’s rainfall, so we had to be extra careful. As we walked away from the longhouse along the path, we passed some pineapple plants and other local eats before our first stop at the rubber trees. Apparently the bark of the tree is cut off in small strips, which allows the rubber substance to drip down into a container. It is important to avoid cutting the tree, as only removing the bark will allow the tree to re-generate its outer layer. We also visited an area where rice was growing as well as pepper plants. The view from atop the hill, looking towards the river and longhouse was spectacular. As we prepared our bags to head down the river, many of the locals kept uttering the same words to me, which I obviously did not understand. I was later told that they were telling us to come back and visit again. As I had enjoyed their company over the past twenty-four hours, it seemed that having strange and curious people from another world was also a pleasant experience for them. Well, either that or they simply really enjoyed the cookies we brought as a gift and wanted more! Part way down the river, we stopped at a small rocky beach area up a little estuary to cook lunch and have a swim. Today’s lunch was to be similar to last evening’s meal, but cooked slightly differently. First, pieces of bamboo were cut up into segments about one to two feet in length. Second, rice, fish, chicken and palm were placed in the bamboo shoots. Third, the shoots were filled with Water from the river and finally the items were placed over an open fire. Water was also placed in a bamboo shoot to make our tea. We used bamboo shoots for our glasses and banana leaves as our plates. About forty-five minutes after beginning the cooking process we all sat in a circle near the food to enjoy a great meal cooked the traditional way. Most of the Iban believe in spirits, and I was quite shocked to hear that prior to our arrival, some Christian missionaries from Kuching had visited the longhouse trying to convert the tribe. Apparently the older generation did not want to give up their spiritual beliefs, but many of the younger generation were converted. Some say they converted so that the missionaries would be happy and leave, but others were serious – even though they really didn’t understand what had happened. They just knew they were now Christian and could not work on Sunday. This somewhat upset some of the older generation, who have always worked on Sundays. The trip back to town was a little rougher than the trip to Kuching. I didn’t have the comfort of the Proton, and the local bus we took was not exactly comfortable. To make the situation even better, about half an hour into the journey, our bus stopped to pick up another busload of locals who were stranded on the side of the road due to their bus breaking down. This did not go over well with the four girls, who were quite tired, very uncomfortable and slightly grumpy. I just thought it was funny. On top of that, we encountered some heavy rainfall about an hour before we reached Kuching. This resulted in a number of people getting soaked, as the bus’ roof had a quite a few leaks. 20 March 2003, Kuching Kuching’s Story Kuching is most likely not even close to what you would expect of a city in Borneo. Walking along the riverfront I felt like I was in some tourist town that could be mistaken for anywhere in the Western world. About the only thing that gives away the location are the little plaques on the boardwalk that give important historical data on the region and the food stalls that only sell typical Malaysian fare. To the west you’ll find plenty of western restaurants, including McDonalds and KFC, while to the north and east, it’s almost like entering the ‘real’ Kuching. You leave the clean and well-lit musical front and end up walking by bustling markets, loud polluting cars and plenty of restaurants and tourist shops. Apparently the Waterfront has totally been re-constructed over the past ten years, while I get the impression the rest of the city sits as it was roughly fifty years ago. Here is the scoop on the city’s recent history: During the 19th century, Kuching was ruled by the Sultan of Brunei. If you’re geographically challenged, wealthy Brunei sits lodged between the Malaysian provinces of Sarawak, with its capital being Kuching, and Sabah. In 1836 an unpopular Governor was appointed and the citizens revolted. A wealthy Englishman named James Brooke crushed the rebellion, and he was subsequently appointed Rajah of Sarawak. Three generations of the Brooke family helped establish a government, build the city and provide general administrative functions. Kuching was occupied by the Japanese during World War II and then briefly became a British colony until 1949. In 1963 Sarawak joined Sabah and Malaya to form the new nation of Malaysia. Semengoh Rehabilitation Centre After wandering around Kuching visiting the sites and arranging some travel details, I headed out of town to the Semengoh Orang Utan Rehabilitation Centre. It is here that formerly captured or injured Orang Utans are released into the wild and are helped to start living on their own in the jungle once again. Twice daily, food is put out for the Orang Utans, but they do not always show up. This is usually a good sign, however, as it usually means that they have found a way to feed themselves and are less dependent on the food provided by park officials. Lucky for me, a few Orang Utans decided to show up for a big meal. For extremely large mammals, they move from tree to tree quite gracefully. The first Orang Utan to show up actually passed right over my head as I made my way to the observation area. I am guessing it was a young Orang Utan, as the next visitors, a mother and her baby and the last visitor, a large male, gave me a good idea of the full spectrum of sizes. It is amazing how human-like these animals are. I swear, if you died their hair black and gave them a little waxing, they would probably look right at home in a house full of hairy humans. There are only four Orang Utan rehabilitation centres in the world, and at least three of them are in Borneo, so this is definitely the place to see them. Bako National Park Monkeys, Birds & Trekking The following morning I packed my day bag and started my trek to the Bako National Park. The trip involves taking a bus to Kampung Bako and then chartering a boat to the national park. Unlucky for me, when I arrived at Kampung Bako, I was the only one heading to the national park. Since the boat drivers charge a standard fee per boat, the trip was slightly more expensive what I had planned for, but there was nothing I could do. As soon as I arrived at the park and registered with the camp officials, I unpacked my bag and took off immediately for the trails. Before even leaving the lodging area, I had already encountered a large bright-green coloured three-foot long snake, a smaller, less colourful snake as well as a long-tailed macaque. It is quite funny, as over the course of the next four or five hours, all I saw in terms of wildlife was a large spider and an unidentifiable small mammal up in the trees. The fact that it was raining did not help my cause, as this makes identifying animal sounds from afar difficult, if not impossible. I started my trek on the Lintang trail, since I thought it would be a good introduction to the park, given the fact that you walk through every type of vegetation found in Borneo. For those of you that are nature fanatics, I’m talking about mixed dipterocarp forest, peat swamp forest, cliff vegetation, kerangas forest, scrub and padang, and mangrove and beach forests. Though I did not see many carnivores, I did see some carnivorous pitcher plants! Poor plants, I bet they wished they were near park headquarters, where they could munch on a variety of carnivores! As I finally excited the jungle from the Lintang trail, I heard some serious noise coming from the trees above. One of the most identifiable sounds was some sort of grunting. This could only be one animal – the proboscis monkey! Indeed, after focusing in on the noisy area, I noticed a couple long-nosed and beer-bellied monkeys just hanging around. There are only approximately one hundred and twenty-five of them left in the wild, so seeing them in such an environment is a huge thrill for me – since they remind me so much of many people I hang out with (though not in trees) back home! After a nice plate of nasi goreng eaten with bats flying over my head on a regular basis, I headed to bed for an early night. Not much to do at night in these parts and the best time to see the animals is often around sunrise. If you have any sweets on you when you arrive at the camp, make sure you keep them well packed, as there are plenty of ants just waiting to devour your treats. I found out the hard way and spent a good hour cleaning my bag. I started off the next morning on the Telok Patu trail, hoping to see more proboscis monkeys and other animals. Just as I began walking on the boardwalk towards the trail, a silver-leaf monkey and her baby greeted me silently. They stared at me and I stared back. The mother said ‘ou ou ou’, so I replied with an ‘ou ou ou.’ They took off into the jungle and I followed slowly. Within five minutes there were all kinds of noises coming from the trees all around me. Wouldn’t you know, a group of proboscis monkeys decided to serenade me with early morning grunts. What a treat! The end of the trail opens up to a nice little beach area, with beautiful jagged cliffs and significantly fewer mosquitos. As I wandered the beach, which was super large due to the low tide, I saw many sun lizards, hermit crabs and mud skippers. Of course, once I hit the trails that took me deeper into the jungle, the wildlife disappeared. On my way back to camp, I came across a large monitor lizard and one last lonely proboscis monkey sitting by himself in an emaciated tree eating some fruit. Lucky for me, as I approached the cafeteria, I managed to find some fellow nature enthusiasts heading back to Kuching to share a ride with. 24 March 2003, Peninsular Malaysia, Kuala Lumpur Modern KL At first site, Kuala Lumpur can seem like an overwhelming city. No matter where you stand in the city’s centre, you’re likely to be near bustling fast-paced traffic and tall modern buildings. Though I thoroughly enjoyed my time in the city, I have to say that its lack of paths, sidewalks and signs for pedestrians made it very difficult to navigate efficiently and with ease. Luckily, the city’s centre is rather compact and there are two giant structures, the Petronas Twin Towers and the Menara KL, that stand way above every building and are thus great reference points. My first evening in town was spent wandering around the Chinatown neighbourhood. The streets were packed with vendors selling CDs, DVDs, video CDs, Watches, clothing and other items. The number of tourists was equally impressive, most likely as a result of the weekend’s Formula One Grand Prix. Speaking of vehicles, I quickly found out that in Kuala Lumpur, cars are King and the King stops for nobody. Green light means go fast and red light means go faster if you can. Cars may sometimes stop, but motorcycles will whiz by at any time. Luckily, Chinatown is so packed with people and vendors that cars rarely make the trek into this part of the city. Another interesting fact before I move on. Abbreviations are the way to speak when in Malaysia. For example, I took a bus from JB (Johor Bahru) to KL (Kuala Lumpur). To get to the SIC (Sepang International Circuit) I took the LRT (Light Rail Transit) to KL Sentral and then the KLIA (Kuala Lumpur International Airport) Light Rail to KLIA. I think if Starbucks were to change their name to SB and Dunkin Donuts to DD, they would fare much better. All you have to do is look at the number of KFCs to realize KL’s abbreviation power! In the spirit of abbreviations, in KL I introduced myself TMD from T.O. First on my agenda the following morning were the Petronas Twin Towers, or PTTs as I’m sure they are know as around here. At a dizzying height of 452 metres, the eighty-eight story mammoth structures can be seen from almost everywhere in town. Inspired by the Five Pillars of Islam, the PTTs also house a huge mall at its base and the Petronas Philharmonic Hall. The best view of the city, however, is found at the Menara KL. At 421 metres high, the tower offers a great 360-degree view of the city with a guided audio tour that help you identify and learn about all the wonders of KL. After this visit I was much better able to navigate my way around town. Combine the heat in KL with the harsh pollution from the cars makes stopping in at air-conditioned buildings as essential as drinking Water. My whole plan for KL was to be indoors or in the shade during the hottest hours of the day. Luckily, there are plenty of malls with food stalls, just waiting to help you quench your thirst. In the food department, KL has a reputation of having some of the finest Indian food in the world. The reason for this has to do with its relative proximity to India, its large Indian population, and the level of sanitation compared to India. The food did live up to its expectation. At the restaurants I ate at, the service was great and the food even better. The mix of modern and old, religious and secular and cultures is very apparent around the Masjid Jamek mosque. Behind the mosque you have many modern buildings, and within a five-minute walk north or south, you will find yourself in either Little India or Chinatown. In the vicinity also can’t miss the Sultan Abdul Samad Building, which was built in 1897 to house government departments during the British administration. It now houses the Supreme Court and the Textile Museum. Across the street, in Merdeka Square, the one hundred metre high flagpole that waves the Malaysian flag dominates. It was here, in 1957 that the Malayan flag was first raised to signify independence from British rule. It is so nice to be able to visit so many sites within such a small area without having to risk your life crossing too many streets! As I sat around in Merdeka Square trying to decide on the best route to visit some of the spots in the area, a man with a few missing teeth and a large plastic bag approached me. I must have had this confused look on my face, as he immediately started giving me advice on what to see and what to avoid. We sat down and he pulled out a large colour map and a red pen. He outlined a great route and gave a thirty-second speech about each important stop. He even gave me a few tips about other things to see and do in the city. All this, and he didn’t even ask for a penny. Heck, he even gave me the map. He did go on for a minute or two about his political and religious beliefs, but he left it at that and didn’t pry. I guess he’s just a guy that wanted someone to listen to him. So, if someone that is missing teeth and holding a plastic bag comes up to you in Merdeka Square, listen to what he has to say. He gives guys with missing teeth that don’t play hockey a good name, and gives even better directions. If you’re not a fan of large cities, you will definitely be able to find your peace just west of the area previously described. You’ll find the Orchid Garden, Hibiscus Garden, Deer Park, Butterfly Park, Bird Park and Asian Sculpture Garden all within walking distance from each other. As the weather was quite nice out, I did as much outdoor sightseeing as possible. I always save the museums for rainy days. Highlights in the museum department had to be the Islamic Arts Museum and the National Museum Gallery. My hotel, located just outside of Chinatown, had to be the worst run-down under construction building in the area. At only 20 RM for a single room, that included a free thirty-second fumigation, a supply of unlimited bottled Water and a comfy common area with a small library, I was not about to complain in this relatively expensive city. Though my room didn’t have a window, it did have a door, which was better than some of the rooms. I was sure I would encounter some sort of bugs, either in my room or in the communal washrooms, but oddly enough I never got any noticeable bug bites nor did I see any ants, spiders or cockroaches. I did, however, run into a few roaches around the city. Sepang Formula One Action Though I really enjoyed the city, the event I was looking forward to the most was the Formula One Grand Prix on Sunday. There was talk of cancelling the event due to the recently begun war in Iraq, but luckily these talks never materialized. I left for the SIC (Sepang International Circuit) quite early in the morning so as to avoid the crowds and avoid traveling in the mid-day heat. There were quite a few other events taking place that day, including a few races and an air show. The heat at the track was almost unbearable. As I sat on the grass below my umbrella in order to avoid getting burnt to a crisp, I felt as if I was in a sauna. Apparently the F1 drivers could lose as much as two kilograms in body weight during the course of the race! The temperature on the track got up to about forty-one degrees, while the hill where I sat stayed at a cool 35 degrees. Though you know that the cars move extremely fast, seeing and hearing the event in person truly makes you aware of the speed at which these cars travel. I was slightly disappointed that fellow Canadian Jacques Villeneuve did not even make it to the first corner, but that’s life as a driver for BAR. Following the race leaders was relatively easy until the pit stops started to take place. There are no large monitors that show race statistics, nor are there any large television screens to show you what is happening on the rest of the track. You have to rely on the race announcer, who repeats everything in Bahasa Malay and English, as well as your eyes to figure things out. When there are cars passing by you cannot hear the announcer, so it is a double whammy. I sure am glad I bought the Light Rail Express race transportation package to get to and from the track, as many people who opted for the cheaper and slower bus and train combo got stranded at the track, as there were not nearly enough buses to accommodate the masses. This certainly worked out well for the taxis. The security at the event was surprisingly relaxed. The guards rarely checked anyone’s bag, which was good news for me as food and Water was prohibited, and I had a two-litre bottle of Water and some food hidden. The Grand Prix is dubbed as the World’s Hottest Race, and I certainly hope that is the case – as anything hotter would be unbearable.
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