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Indonesia: Flores Magic – Padar, Kelor Islands and the Pink Beach
🛥️ Flores Magic — Three Days Aboard a Boat Through Komodo National Park
We’d arrived on Flores, the long volcanic island that stretches across Indonesia’s Lesser Sunda archipelago like a crooked finger pointing east. Flores — which takes its name from the Portuguese word for “flowers,” given to the island by Portuguese sailors who first mapped it in the sixteenth century — has been inhabited for tens of thousands of years, and there is fossil evidence suggesting that the prehistoric species Homo floresiensis, the so-called “Hobbit” of human evolution, once roamed these hills. Modern Flores is a predominantly Catholic island, an oddity in the world’s most populous Muslim nation, the legacy of four centuries of Portuguese and later Dutch colonial influence. The island’s capital for tourism purposes is Labuan Bajo, a small port town on the westernmost tip, which has in recent years transformed from a sleepy fishing village into the main gateway to Komodo National Park — a UNESCO World Heritage Site since 1991 that covers some 1,733 square kilometres of sea and island, established originally in 1980 specifically to protect the Komodo dragon. We were staying one night before heading off on a three-day boat tour of the surrounding islands, and frankly we could not wait.
At the airport, we were met by Marty, the local manager for Local Guides, a small eco-tour company operating small-group and private tours throughout Indonesia. We’ve used them on several trips now and they never disappoint — the communication is always spot-on and the local knowledge they bring is second to none. Marty was cheerful, efficient and immediately put us at ease in that way that good guides do when you’ve just stepped off a plane into an unfamiliar place feeling slightly crumpled and confused.
🍺 All For Us — A Rather Pleasant Surprise
At eight o’clock the following morning, a van arrived to collect us from our hotel. Marty had casually mentioned the night before that we could stop at a shop along the way to pick up some snacks, and — far more importantly — a supply of beer to take with us on the boat. Well, that was never going to be a difficult sell, was it? So that is precisely what we did, loading up with cold Bintang, Indonesia’s most popular lager, a crisp and reasonably refreshing beer that has been brewed in Jakarta since 1929 under a Dutch recipe and which you will find pretty much everywhere east of Bali. Fully stocked, we headed down to the harbour.
At the harbour we climbed aboard a small tender — a low, open fibreglass boat of the sort ubiquitous across Southeast Asia — which carried us out to our vessel moored in the bay. I had expected, given the price point, that we would be sharing with other tourists. It was not the case. The boat was ours alone. I genuinely do not recall booking a private tour, but there we were, sole occupants of this rather lovely wooden phinisi-style boat. In some ways it would have been nice to have other travellers to chat with over dinner, but having the run of the boat to ourselves was hard to complain about.
Once aboard we were introduced to the crew. Our captain was Hannigan, a quietly competent man at the helm; the chef was Heri, who would go on to astound us repeatedly over the next three days; and we had two boatmen, Iswan and Fermat, who handled the tender and kept everything ticking over. With Marty along as guide, that was five people looking after the two of us, which felt slightly absurd in the most wonderful way. The phinisi itself is a traditional Indonesian two-masted wooden sailing vessel, historically built by the Bugis people of Sulawesi, who were among the great seafarers of Asia and whose boat-building tradition stretches back well over three hundred years. Our version had been modified for tourism: there was a covered front deck with cushioned seating that became our natural home, and an upper deck that the crew used for praying and sleeping. Our cabin below was basic but adequate — a comfy-ish double bed, some storage that was insufficient for two people travelling with any seriousness whatsoever (we lived out of our bags, which we are well used to by now), and an en-suite wet room that dispensed cold water exclusively. Functional. Character-building. The kind of thing you don’t mind at all when you’re surrounded by this much beauty. Before long the motor started up, the bow lifted slightly, and we headed out into the open waters of the Flores Sea.
🏔️ Kelor Island — A Short, Sharp Climb With a View Worth Every Step
It was only a ten-kilometre journey to our first stop, Pulau Kelor — Kelor Island — a tiny uninhabited island sitting in the channel between Flores and the larger Rinca Island, itself part of Komodo National Park. The island is small and steep, essentially a cone of volcanic rock draped in scrubby grass and low vegetation, rising dramatically from bright turquoise water. We transferred from the main boat to the tender and were deposited at a small dock. We were not here for the beach, lovely though it was, but for the hill above. It is a short hike — fifteen minutes of gnarly, uneven path that tests the knees going up and the ankles coming down — but the reward at the top is frankly magnificent: a panoramic view across Flores, Rinca Island and a scattered constellation of smaller islands, all floating in water of an improbable blue-green colour. The kind of view that makes you remember why you bother getting on aeroplanes.
Coming back down to the beach, we were treated to a scene of considerable entertainment. Three young women in bikinis — thongs firmly wedged where thongs get wedged — were kneeling in the shallows with their backs to the island, posing for photos. Their photographer, another friend, was shooting away with the dedication of a fashion professional. We exchanged a glance and both thought the same thing: those images would be on Instagram within the hour. As we went to climb back onto the tender, a group of local children appeared from nowhere, scrambled aboard alongside us, and as we pulled away from the dock, leapt off the bow one after another into the sea, using our boat as their personal diving platform. Tremendous stuff.
🐟 Snorkelling the Reef — Better Than Expected, Which Is Saying Something
Approaching lunchtime, we took our customary position on the front deck, a lovely cushioned lounge from which one could observe the passing islands, feel the sea breeze and drink a cold Bintang without feeling guilty about it. Food began to arrive. Then it kept arriving. Heri, our chef, had produced an entirely vegetarian spread — no mean feat on a small boat galley — of quite extraordinary abundance and quality: curries, rice dishes, sambals, fresh vegetables, all beautifully prepared. There was enough to feed several large families. When we eventually admitted defeat, there was still a frankly embarrassing quantity of food remaining. We waved at it apologetically and retreated to our cushions.
This was, of course, precisely the moment we were due to go snorkelling. Ninety minutes of cruising gave our stomachs time to settle before we reached the first snorkelling location. I had a couple of concerns. The first was practical: I’d had an operation on my chest only about five days earlier, and I was genuinely uncertain how the salt water and the exertion would affect the wound. The second was one of expectation management: the last time we had snorkelled had been in the Surin Islands in Thailand, which had been quite exceptional, and I had a nagging feeling that anything else might feel like a comedown.
Both concerns dissolved the moment we slipped beneath the surface. The reef was astonishing. The variety of fish here was, if anything, superior to the Surin Islands — an enormous range of species in extraordinary numbers, threading through coral formations that ranged from great brain corals and staghorns to delicate sea fans and swaying soft corals. The water was clear and warm. And my wound? Not a peep. We swam the reef for a good forty-five minutes, by which point we were ready to be collected by the tender and hauled back aboard. Waiting on deck was a plate of deep-fried bananas — perfectly crispy, sweet and hot — which we demolished with the enthusiasm of people who had somehow forgotten they were already full.
The boat then cruised to a second snorkelling spot, where the water was noticeably deeper and the reef edge dropped away into darker blue water — always the best place to linger, as that is where the bigger and stranger things appear. After twenty minutes in the water we were taken by tender to a rocky outcrop near Stroberi Island, so named for its strawberry-coloured rock formations. We scrambled up the jagged volcanic surface and found ourselves looking at something genuinely unlike anything we had encountered before: the rocks were streaked in vivid shades of pink and deep yellow, formed into swirling patterns by millions of years of mineral deposition and geological upheaval. The whole thing looked like a natural abstract painting. We spent a happy fifteen minutes clambering about and taking photographs before the schedule called us away.
🦇 Kalong Island — Thousands of Flying Foxes at Sunset
Our next appointment was with flying foxes. Known locally as kalong, these are large fruit bats — specifically the Malayan flying fox, Pteropus vampyrus, which has a wingspan that can reach 1.7 metres, making it one of the largest bats in the world. Despite their slightly alarming dimensions and appearance, they are entirely herbivorous, feeding on fruit and nectar, and play a critical ecological role as pollinators and seed dispersers across tropical Asia. Kalong Island is a low-lying circular island of around 500 metres in diameter, comprising a core of taller trees surrounded by dense mangrove forest, and it hosts a colony of literally thousands of these extraordinary creatures. Each evening at dusk, the entire colony takes flight in search of food on neighbouring islands, and from our boat we had a front-row seat for the spectacle. Wave after wave of large, dark shapes lifted into the deep orange sky above us, the air filling with the sound of leathery wings, for a solid thirty minutes. It was one of those natural phenomena that photographs simply cannot capture — you have to be there, watching the sheer improbable volume of living creatures passing overhead, to understand why people bother making the trip specifically to see it.
After the last of the bats had departed, we set off for our overnight mooring — a ninety-minute cruise through darkening waters. Dinner arrived as we moved, another spectacular and substantially over-generous vegetarian feast from Heri. We ate, cleared roughly half the food, apologised to the other half, and eventually made our way to the cabin. The boat was still in transit when we fell asleep, the gentle motion of the sea doing what years of insomnia therapy never managed.
🌅 Padar Island — 4:45am Is a Crime Against Humanity (But Worth It)
The alarm went off at 4:45 in the morning. There is simply no way to dress this up: it was cruel and unusual. We were moored in the bay of Padar Island, one of the most photographed locations in all of Indonesia, a place famous for its three-horned bay viewpoint which, seen from the ridge above at sunrise, looks like something a landscape artist dreamed up after a particularly good evening. Padar is the third-largest island in Komodo National Park and was, until relatively recently, home to a population of Komodo dragons, though they disappeared from the island decades ago — thought to be due to the hunting-to-extinction of their principal prey, the deer, by poachers. The deer have since returned to the island, as we would discover, but the dragons have not followed. We were expected on shore at 5:30am, which meant rolling out of our comfortable-ish bunk, finding clothes in the dark, and presenting ourselves at the dock in a state of moderate coherence.
From the dock it was a walk of roughly forty-five minutes to the viewpoints, all of it uphill, most of it consisting of steps. These were largely in decent condition — clearly the product of investment in the island’s infrastructure as tourism has grown — but became rougher and more scrambling near the summit. The effort was absolutely, unequivocally, one hundred per cent worth it. As the sky lightened and the sun began its climb above the horizon, the view across Padar’s three bays opened up below us: turquoise water curving between dark headlands, the outer islands fading into the morning haze, the whole thing bathed in that particular quality of early tropical light that turns everything slightly golden. The only mild irritant was the contingent of other visitors who had made the same early start and whose primary interest was in obtaining the perfect Instagram photograph — the jostling, the posing, the complete indifference to the actual sunrise happening before them. We’ve seen it everywhere and have made our peace with it. The world is large enough for all kinds of people, including those who experience it through a phone screen.
We could not quite reach the absolute summit of the hill, as it was being patrolled by a ranger: a pair of eagles were nesting on the cliffs just below the peak, and the authorities were sensibly keeping visitors at a respectful distance during the breeding season. Good. Some things matter more than the view.
Coming down the hill, we paused to take a few more photographs when a small entourage caught up with us — four people and what appeared to be their own private photographer. It emerged through Marty, who seemed to know absolutely everyone, that two of the young men in the group were the R&B artists we had vaguely noticed performing a concert on the Labuan Bajo waterfront a couple of evenings earlier. They had come to Padar for publicity shots, which made perfect sense — there is hardly a better backdrop in the country. They were in their twenties, talented enough to be performing sell-out concerts and self-aware enough to know it, which is to say slightly cocky but ultimately good fun. Karen, never one to miss an opportunity, promptly inserted herself into their photo session, and the resulting shots were rather good.
On the final stretch down to the beach, we came across three stags picking their way along the hillside, quietly grazing on the scrubby grass. They were utterly unbothered by our presence, moving slowly and deliberately down towards the sand. We’ve seen deer in dozens of countries over the years, in forests and fields and mountains, but we had never seen deer on a beach before, and watching them walk across the pale sand with the turquoise water behind them was one of those small, unexpected moments that stick with you long after the big dramatic sights have blurred together.
We returned to the boat to find breakfast waiting. We ate, possibly with slightly more enthusiasm than the food strictly required, and set sail for Komodo Island.
🦎 A Brief Word on the Komodo Dragon
The Komodo dragon (Varanus komodoensis) is the world’s largest living lizard and one of the most extraordinary animals on the planet. Endemic to just five Indonesian islands — Komodo, Rinca, Flores, Gili Motang and Nusa Kode — it is the apex predator of its ecosystem and has evolved a remarkable combination of physical power, patience and venomous saliva to bring down prey many times its own size, including water buffalo and deer. Adults can grow to three metres in length and weigh up to seventy kilograms. Their teeth are serrated like steak knives. Their tongues, forked and yellow, flicker constantly, tasting the air for the scent of prey or carrion from up to ten kilometres away. They have been known to dig up graves. We visited Komodo Island separately — see our full post on that here — but the dragons were very much in the back of one’s mind throughout the trip.
🏖️ The Pink Beach — Seven in the World, and This Is One of Them
After visiting Komodo Island, still only mid-morning given our predawn start, we set sail for the Pink Beach — Pantai Merah — located on the southeastern coast of Komodo Island. It is one of only seven pink-sand beaches in the world, and the science behind the colour is genuinely fascinating. The pink hue comes from microscopic organisms called Foraminifera — single-celled marine creatures that produce a red pigment which coats the coral reef and, over millennia, blends with the white coral sand as the reef breaks down, creating the distinctive soft pink tint that glows in direct sunlight. The beach itself is long and gently curved, the sand is fine and the water in the bay is calm, clear and warm.
Rather than entering the water from the boat, we were dropped at the beach and given time to explore before snorkelling. We donned masks and fins and entered the water with what I think we can honestly describe as less-than-Hollywood elegance — anyone who has watched two middle-aged people in snorkelling gear reverse-shuffling into breaking waves will understand — and struck out for the reef a short distance offshore. The water was remarkably clear and the reef healthy, with a spectacular range of corals hosting an abundance of fish: angel fish in their vivid blue and yellow livery, parrot fish with their beak-like mouths grazing on coral, clown fish nesting in anemones in the manner of Nemo and his various cinematic relatives. The most remarkable thing we encountered was a large cuttlefish, which must have been thirty centimetres long, hovering near the reef and putting on the most extraordinary display of chromatophore activity — its skin rippling through colour after colour in constantly shifting patterns, like watching a living lava lamp. We hovered and watched it for what felt like a very long time and was probably an embarrassingly long time, completely transfixed.
After about forty-five minutes in the water we hauled ourselves back onto the beach, stripped off our snorkelling gear and simply sat in the sun. Drying off. Getting burnt. Very contentedly, as it happens.
🏝️ The Sand Spit and the Great Manta Ray Non-Event
After lunch, taken on the boat as we cruised, we passed a tiny island that was nothing more than a sand spit — a low, pale crescent of sand barely above the waterline, fringed by shallow water of improbable clarity — and it looked absolutely extraordinary. Marty promised we would stop there later.
First, however, there was a manta ray search to conduct. The waters around Komodo National Park are some of the best in the world for manta ray encounters. There are two species present in Indonesian waters: the reef manta ray (Mobula alfredi) and the larger oceanic manta ray (Mobula birostris), which can reach a wingspan of seven metres. They are filter feeders, consuming vast quantities of plankton, and they aggregate in areas of strong current where plankton concentrations are highest — which is precisely the kind of open-water location we were heading for. We transferred to the tender and skimmed across the surface as Marty and our boatman scanned the water. We stopped. We jumped in. We looked around for ten minutes. We saw no manta rays. We got back in the boat. We moved to another spot. We jumped in. Same story. We did this four times in total. The manta rays, it must be said, were entirely uncooperative. The sea, however, was beautiful, so there were worse places to spend an afternoon conducting a fruitless search.
As promised, Marty delivered us to the sand spit as a consolation prize. This tiny island — perhaps two hundred metres long and thirty metres wide at its broadest — had, improbably, a miniature shelter assembled from driftwood at one end, which a couple of guides had appropriated as a smoking shack. Marty and our boatman joined them in this endeavour while we made a circuit of the island, which took approximately three minutes but felt vaguely adventurous. Standing on a strip of sand in the middle of the ocean with nothing visible in any direction except water, sky and distant islands, there is something that appeals very strongly to the part of the brain that read too many Robert Louis Stevenson novels as a child.
We returned to the main boat for dinner, moored up for the night, and slept rather well.
Getting to Komodo National Park
📍 Where Are They?
Padar Island, Kelor Island, and Pink Beach are all part of Komodo National Park, a UNESCO World Heritage Site tucked into the province of East Nusa Tenggara in eastern Indonesia. The park is an archipelago of volcanic islands straddling the border between the Savu Sea and the Flores Sea. Padar (Pulau Padar) is the third-largest island in the park, sitting between the larger Komodo Island and Rinca Island. Kelor Island (Pulau Kelor) is a much smaller, uninhabited islet closer to the town of Labuan Bajo on Flores, while Pink Beach — officially known as Pantai Merah — lies on the south-eastern coast of Komodo Island itself, one of only a handful of naturally pink-sand beaches in the world.
The park was established in 1980 and is famous above all else for the Komodo dragon, the world’s largest living lizard, though the landscapes, beaches, and marine life draw travellers from across the globe in their own right.
✈️ Getting There
The gateway to Komodo National Park is Labuan Bajo, a small harbour town on the western tip of Flores Island. Komodo Airport (IATA: LBJ) sits just outside town and receives regular direct flights from major Indonesian hubs. The most popular connection is from Bali (Denpasar, DPS), which takes around 90 minutes, with four to ten departures per day depending on the season. Flights from Jakarta (Soekarno-Hatta, CGK) take approximately two and a half to three hours and also run daily. Direct connections are also available from Surabaya, and occasional seasonal international services operate from Singapore and Kuala Lumpur. Airlines serving the route include Garuda Indonesia, Batik Air, Citilink, AirAsia Indonesia, and Super Air Jet.
International travellers flying in will almost always route through Bali, which is well connected to major cities across Europe, Asia, the Middle East, and Australia.
There is no airport on Komodo Island, Padar Island, or Kelor Island — all of which are protected areas. Once in Labuan Bajo, all onward travel is by boat.
🛥️ Getting Around & Reaching the Islands
Labuan Bajo’s harbour is the departure point for all island visits. From here, boats fan out across the national park every morning.
Kelor Island is the closest of the three to Labuan Bajo — roughly 30 to 45 minutes by boat — making it a natural first or last stop on a day trip. Its proximity also means it is sometimes included in afternoon sunset tours.
Padar Island lies further into the park, typically one and a half to two hours from Labuan Bajo by speedboat and somewhat longer by the traditional wooden phinisi sailing boats. Most boat tours arrive in the morning to catch cooler temperatures for the hike.
Pink Beach is on Komodo Island’s south-eastern shore, again around one and a half to two hours by speedboat from Labuan Bajo, usually combined with a dragon-watching trek on Komodo Island itself.
There are several ways to visit all three:
Day trip by speedboat — the most common approach for those with limited time. Shared day tours from Labuan Bajo typically cover Padar Island, Pink Beach, Komodo or Rinca Island (for dragon viewing), and Kelor Island in a single long day, departing around 7–8am and returning in the late afternoon.
Liveaboard cruise — multi-day sailing itineraries aboard traditional phinisi vessels or private yachts allow a more immersive experience, taking in all three sites at a relaxed pace alongside diving and snorkelling stops. Two- to four-night itineraries are the norm.
Private boat charter — boats and speedboats can be hired privately from Labuan Bajo harbour, giving full flexibility over timing and stops. This suits small groups who want to tailor their itinerary or avoid the crowds.
Once ashore on each island, there are no roads or vehicles — all movement is on foot.
Best Time to Visit Komodo National Park
🌞 Dry Season: April to November
The dry season is broadly considered the best period to visit Komodo National Park. Rainfall is minimal, skies are largely clear and the sea conditions are at their most predictable. Temperatures hover between 27°C and 35°C, with low humidity making the heat far more bearable than in other parts of Indonesia. Trekking on Komodo and Rinca Islands is comfortable underfoot, trails dry and well-defined, and Komodo dragons are frequently seen basking in the open near the ranger stations. The iconic pink beach on Komodo Island is at its most inviting, with calm, translucent water ideal for swimming and snorkelling.
The diving and snorkelling during this season is exceptional. Visibility can reach 20–30 metres in many sites, and the strong currents — Komodo is famous for them — attract manta rays, reef sharks, pygmy seahorses and vast schools of fish. Dive sites such as Batu Bolong, Crystal Rock and the aptly named Manta Point see regular sightings of oceanic manta rays, particularly between May and October.
July and August represent the absolute peak of the dry season and coincide with European summer holidays, meaning this is also the busiest and most expensive time to visit. Liveaboard boats and guesthouses in Labuan Bajo fill quickly, and prices rise accordingly. For those who want the best conditions with somewhat fewer crowds, April to June and September to November are excellent shoulder periods that retain almost all the dry season’s advantages.
What to pack for the dry season: Lightweight, breathable clothing in neutral colours, sun-protective long-sleeved shirts, wide-brimmed hat, high-SPF sunscreen (reef-safe), polarised sunglasses, sturdy closed-toe walking shoes or boots for trekking (the terrain is rocky and Komodo dragons are real), sandals for the boat, a rash vest and snorkelling or dive gear (or budget to hire it in Labuan Bajo), a reusable water bottle, electrolyte tablets, and a dry bag to protect electronics on boat transfers.
🌧️ Wet Season: December to March
The wet season brings a marked change to Komodo. Rainfall increases substantially, particularly in December and January, and the seas around the park become considerably rougher. Swells of 2–3 metres are not unusual, and crossings from Labuan Bajo to the islands — which take between one and four hours by boat — can be uncomfortable or occasionally impossible. Some smaller operators suspend services entirely during the worst weeks of January and February. The humidity climbs sharply, making the trekking heat more oppressive, and trails become slippery and muddy.
That said, the wet season is not without its merits. Visitor numbers drop significantly, prices fall across hotels, tours and liveaboards, and those willing to accept the conditions can experience the park with a rare sense of solitude. The landscapes take on a lusher, more verdant quality than the parched hills of the dry months. Komodo dragons, which are ectotherms and rely on external heat, are less active and tend to shelter more during the rains, making reliable sightings harder to come by.
The diving picture is mixed. Some sites remain diveable in the wet season, particularly those sheltered from the prevailing swell, but overall visibility is reduced and the wilder currents can be unpredictable. Experienced and confident divers may still find rewarding conditions; beginners would be better advised to wait.
What to pack for the wet season: A lightweight, packable waterproof jacket and waterproof trousers or over-trousers, quick-dry clothing, waterproof sandals or trail shoes with good grip, a waterproof dry bag for all electronics and documents, a compact umbrella, insect repellent (mosquito activity increases with humidity), seasickness tablets or patches if you are susceptible to rough crossings, and all the sun kit you would pack in the dry season, since UV exposure remains high even on overcast days.
🤿 Shoulder Seasons: April–May and September–October
These brief transitional windows offer arguably the best overall balance for most travellers. The seas are calming down in April and May as the wet season recedes, and calming again in October as the dry season winds up. Dive visibility is excellent, the dragon encounters reliable, and boat crossings are straightforward. Labuan Bajo is busy enough to have all services running smoothly but not so congested that liveaboards and guided tours are unavailable on short notice. Accommodation prices are noticeably lower than in July and August. For independent travellers with some flexibility in their schedule, the shoulder seasons represent the sweet spot of conditions, cost and crowd levels.
What to pack for the shoulder seasons: Everything in the dry season kit, plus a lightweight waterproof layer for the occasional shower, particularly in April and early May when residual wet season rain can pass through. Reef-safe sunscreen remains essential. Pack slightly warmer layers for evening boat journeys if you are on a liveaboard, as temperatures at sea drop noticeably after dark.
🦎 Wildlife and Diving by Season
Komodo dragon sightings are most reliable from April through October, when the animals are active and regularly seen along the trails and near the ranger feeding stations. Manta ray encounters peak at Manta Point between May and October. Sea turtle sightings occur year-round. For macro diving — the tiny, extraordinary creatures Komodo is celebrated for, including pygmy seahorses, frogfish and nudibranchs — the site is productive in all months, though the best visibility window runs from May to October.
🗓️ Best Time to Visit: Overall Verdict
The best single month to visit Komodo National Park is September. By September the peak summer crowds have thinned, the dry season conditions remain fully in force, the sea is calm, dive visibility is at its finest, and manta ray activity is still strong. Prices are beginning to soften from their July–August highs. For those who cannot travel in September, any month from April through October will deliver a satisfying and memorable visit. The park rewards those who plan ahead, particularly for liveaboard diving, where the finest vessels book up months in advance. Outside of these months, Komodo remains accessible but demands greater flexibility, sturdier sea legs and adjusted expectations — the trade-off, as ever in travel, being significantly lower cost and the rare luxury of having the dragons almost entirely to yourself.
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