*+ Sunny Cornwall +*

Cornwall - just one of those British treasures you find and realise that the UK truly is beautiful.

Susanna invited us over to her house in Falmouth for the bank holiday weekend in May.
Open invitation to everyone - but only 4 hailed her noble gesture.

So we set out Saturday morning with the original aim to leave at 8am.

You know right, the famous Malaysian timing does not only apply to Malaysians. British people too.
I was the ready at 8.02 am on the dot, all raring to go as I figured that I should be good this year and make an effort to be on time in everything I do.

Mana tau...

All these british born people ...

Ended up leaving at around 9.30am, and even had a 2nd breakfast of toasted croissant on top of my cereal as one of our members took an age to get ready.

Susanna left the night before and she cautioned us that at night it takes 4-5 hours to get to Cornwall, in the morning anytime up to 8-9 hours.

By the time we reached Cornwall, it was almost 5 pm.
No joke. Because it was bank holiday, everyone was driving out towards Cornwall or that direction. It seemed like that anyway. At one point, we moved 2 miles in 1 hour! Madness!!

So when we arrived, we were pretty much cramped, tired and fed up being in the car. So of course, we moved on to the booze.

Welcome to Cornish cider - the Rattler.



A few hours of alcohol (by then which I have already turned red and tachycardic) we headed out for dinner.

Alcohol and me. The lack of the enzyme sometimes really suck.
I have narrowed down which alcohol affects me the quickest and also the many ways I can take it to ensure I have a good time.

1. Wine (red or white doesn't matter) and cider - shows the enzyme defect almost immediately. Blotching and erythema of my face, rash over my neck and 100bpm heartbeat is the first clinical signs and symptom.

2. Spirits - generally goes down better, does not get tachycardic too quickly. The facial rash and colouring comes on but much later.

3. Beer - don't like 'em.

4. Alcohol on a full stomach - able to stomach much more alcohol % but will feel sick almost as soon due to the fact that I cannot handle large volumes of food and liquid. Seldom regurgitate/vomit but have to spend the next half of the night placating waves of it.

5. Alcohol on an empty stomach - gets there pronto, but can only take small volumes of alcohol. Due to lack of food, might experience the horrible pounding in the head which means spending the rest of the night nursing it and pretending it is not there.

6. Alcohol while eating - probably best combination, with small amounts of food - only that when having dinner, one usually eats til one is full, and then forget to leave space for the large amounts of liquid to follow.

7. Best combination - dinner, followed by alcohol and dancing simultaneously. Truly work wonders as alcohol is burnt off, but leaving enough to intoxicate, but yet no side effects. Only bad effect is I sober up very quickly.

See.

Go out and drink also so many factors to take into consideration for me. Sometimes just not worth it.


Anyway, back to dinner at a neat bar called the Quayside Inn where we had 2 for 1 main meals of lousy pub food - but hey! 2 for 1. Eat what also can.


For me the night was combination no. 4. I spent the rest of the night refusing drinks because I felt nauseous but without the feeling of actually wanting to puke.

The other boys packed down the whole bar I think. Just the amount of times they went to get drinks was uncountable. And think of all the money they spent! (and I save. That's positive for being a lightweight) We were at a bar called Toast that had some Rastafari turban chap spinning hip hop music in a very cramped place. We of course left quite soon. We then moved on to Remedies which had 2 for 1 drinks (looks like Cornwall quite on with their 2 for 1 stuff) and we ordered like 7 drinks x 2, total of 14 gin and tonics!

Impressive boh

Arrived home after and then Sunday morning came.

Lovely Susanna thought of us and bought us ingredients for a post hangover fry up. I was kind of up the earliest and attempted to make scramble eggs - ok, so sue me, I didn't really know how to. I mean in Malaysia, since when does one have fry ups for breakfast???? NEVER! Or least, I never ever did. Can't even remember having much in the way of cereal... what did I use to eat before I went to school for 17 years of my life????

I need to ask Mummy tomorrow.

Anyway, a breakfast of bacon (grilled as an attempt for being healthy), fried mushrooms (allowed because we grilled the bacon), scrambled eggs and buttery toast was served up and I agree wholeheartedly that it is a fantastic boozy-night morning after cure.

Sunday was spent hunting down oysters and attending a local seafood festival where my cinakui friend and I queued up in front of Everyone for free oysters. After spending a good 15 minutes standing in front in the freaking spotlight for the shucked oysters, we finally got them only to have my cinakui friend spit them out right after putting it into his mouth.

Oirh. Seriuosly. British born chinese people. Fresh oyster also cannot stomach. Whats more enduring the stares of all while epitomising the chinese-freebies way only to not savour the fruits of our labour.

Should've just given it to me.



We then spent the rest of the afternoon wondering around tipping Pimms down our throats and dinner time was spent eating Cornwall's famous seafood at a little French restaurant.
When I say french, I meant that the name of the restaurant was french but nothing inside it is.

Maybe the picture on the wall was.

So £40 on wine and a starter of escargots and mains of fish soup. I love seafood. Did I say I love seafood?
But I feel still, nothing beats the chinese way of cooking seafood. I agree some types of seafood will be best eaten in their juices and au naturele - whatever man, the chinese way of doing it is packed full of flavour and tantalizes ones taste buds to no end.

Don't believe?

Try it.

Who can resist ham dan (salted egg) crab? What about butter prawns? Seong tong (soupy) lobster and even steamed fish with superior soy sauce?

Compared to the normal grill/pan fry/baked variety you get here, with a sprinkle of sea salt, coarse ground black pepper and fresh herbs. At the end of the day, it becomes the sort of thing you can do at home yourself. Why pay all that money to go and eat at a restaurant?

Don't understand max.

But the fish soup I had at so named french restaurant was quite good, although SO filling it was like drinking cream.

The last day in Cornwall was spent tucking into a poached egg and smoked salmon on English muffins (made by the boys - well done!) and then covering Cornwall for Cornish pasties and having cream tea with Cornish clotted cream. And yes, Cornish pasties in Cornwall tastes a lot better than the ones you get in London! They even have dessert/sweet ones like apple and raspberry pasty, custard pasty - the list goes on.

Our well set table for breakfast out in the sun, complete with juice and tea/coffee!

Oggy Oggy - pasties with a more doughy wrap, not as flaky

And yes, we enjoy our food...

Susann also managed to squeeze in a spot of sightseeing along the coastline.

Swanpool beach. RIGHT OUTSIDE SUSANNA'S HOUSE!

Sorry hunny, I can't remember what this place is called!

We left after purchasing 4 bottles of Rattler (must never forget souvenirs) to bring home with us and left for home well fed and watered with Cornish delights.

My verdict on Cornwall? I could live here. I really could. It's warm, by the sea, good food, and what made the whole trip one of my top getaways ever is the company. It is true that life is only as beautiful if you share it with someone and I am glad I had these people to share it with. I think the fact Susanna's house was so beautiful, the fact it overlooked the sea and the fact that it was surrounded with loads of greenery made the whole thing seem like an exclusive holiday getaway in a villa in the middle of Barbados.

The view from her patio out to the garden. Can so pretty or not?!

Obviously the real villa in Barbados will happen one day.

I also learned how to make scrambled eggs and poached eggs (an egg theme here I see) and sampled some of Cornish finest.

The only thing I missed out was Cornish clotted cream ice cream.
You know what? A great excuse to go back there again.

Easter Weekend @ Peak District

I know, Easter was ages ago. Started on this entry but never really got round to finishing it as I am busy saving lives.

4 days off from Friday to Monday and I was silly enough to not know it was a public holiday.
Because of that I actually booked my trip up to Edinburgh the weekend before when I really should've just done it THIS weekend.

So when my friend asked if I wanted to go to Peak District/Nottingham with him and his friends, I said yes.
After all, I had nothing better to do. And also it's a win win situation for us as I was free and they needed one more person to make the overall cost of the car rental to be cheaper.
I like this symbiosis relationship between mankind.

The Nottingham Eye.

Original.

So our little exploration group consists of 4 young working class adults, 2 of which I have never met before. I even shared the bed of Yue Peng, a lovely host whom I've never ever met.

See.

Because of people like her, and people like Yi Pei (another host in Manchester whom I also had never met but was SO lovely and accommodating; it made me feel like a completely bad person), I vowed to myself that I have to be a better person altogether.

And also the hundreds of times I have gone up to London and stayed at Liwan's - she hardly ever turns me down, Daniel, who also offers me his room as and when required and Melissa who includes me in all her plans when I am down and lonely in the city - I am forever indebted to their friendship.

I am quite sure they sometimes curse me in their sleep though. This totally ma-fan girl who comes and intrude into our quiet weekends, need to open door for her, need to share my shampoo, need to make sure she is fed and watered...

Lucky I got chinese charm to protect against all bad karma.

Anyway, I still promise to be a better person all the time. Of course, this would be helped a lot by having more money where I can pay for a 5 star hotel myself, or just buy my friends nice dinners at Nobu or something.

Don't worry chaps, the day will come soon.

Back to Nottingham/Peak District.

The other reason why I agreed to go was because I have never been to Nottingham.
Just as well, I guess.

When we arrived, Yue Peng brought us to her company headquarters - Capital One (yes, that credit card company). From the outside, it looked like a peeling old ugly HDB flat but on the inside....

I once again question myself why I am working in a manky old hospital.


We managed to fit in 5 games of foosball, 2 rounds of table tennis and a Connect 4 game during our 'short' visit.

Now really. These are the people I pay to handle my credit cards. There is where all the money go. Foosball, pool, table tennis - for all their 'tired' workers.

Meh.

Fine, I am going to order a whole body MRI scan for ALL my patients.
Tax payers will foot the bill.
Including those Capital One slackers.

The next day, we went to collect our pre booked car from East Midlands Airport.
The whole conversation went like this:
- Driving licence please
Wallace hands over his Singapore licence.
- Passport please
Wallace hands over his Singapore passport
- How many years have you been in the UK?
- Four
- If that is the case, it is illegal for me to rent you a car because you should have a UK licence.

At to which I almost had a heart attack and died.

I mean, all the travelling up here was to get that blasted car and to drive around Peak District.

Tulan and super bei face. -_______________________-

Then Wallace says in super flat monotonous voice:
- Can we try next door
- Yes

Next car rental counter:

-Yeah here are your keys.


Clearly, some people do not know how to do business. Europacar will crash and burn with all their law abiding workers.

After piling into the car - thank goodness someone rented it to us, if not I'll be on the next train back to London - we finally got to our first intended destination - Bakewell.

Famous for its Bakewell tarts.

Only having ever had Bakewell tarts from Tesco's or Sainsbury's, the tarts from its original hometown tastes exactly like...

Bakewell tarts.

Maybe one can argue it tastes a little bit different - perhaps more home made and not so artificial like the supermarkets. Also, the tarts were of different shape and colour and size compared to the generic supermarket ones (as illustrated above) - and every single shop claimed that they were the original Bakewell tart shop.

Like. Every. Single. Shop. You. Pass. By.

Among others

So what to do, had to sample as many tarts as I can right from all these ori shops.

Only to obviously find that they actually taste exactly like...

Bakewell Tarts.

Hooray.

After the extremely short visit to Bakewell, we moved on to the Dark Peak which were seriously high crags overlooking the Cumbra; the vast English countryside.

I really enjoyed it despite the cold. Sometimes, one has to look over the edge of a precipice to exalt in the glory of life in its purest form - just green, brown and yellow, with the blue blue sky, the rhythmic hum of bees and the smell of the wild wind filling all your senses.

It was phenomenal.

We managed to spend a freezing 15-20 minutes up there before we retired to the carpark to have our pack lunch.

My official new favourite vegetable is rocket.

That was 1 month ago though, now it is courgette.

Our final stop was Castleton where we visited the Blue John Cavern.

Blue John is the French name of the stone that resides in these mining caves and - I have never heard of it before hence I will cease to elaborate on it since everything now is easily a Google stop away.

Raw Blue John stone for you

A 45 minute tour to see stalactites and stalagmites, we even had an Easter Egg hunt in the cave! Yes, it was for the children, but hey if I spot a Creme Egg, what's to stop me from picking it up and devouring it in smooth sequence?

On the drive home, we passed by the Lady Bower Reservoir which...

Nah, photos.

Overall, I would say Peak District is actually wildly beautiful. Recommended if you have never been.

One more exciting place in Britain you can visit.

Côte d'Azur

No.

One does not start working and give up the world of travelling.

But, the problem is, when one starts working, holidays are too short.
No more 14-days trip to Greece and Turkey in 1 package. Gone were the 10-day trips to Germany or Italy.

What we get is hardly a week, and even if you get more than a week, your travel mates gets 5 days or some nonsensical time like that. So even if you could take a whole week holiday, you'd have to go alone.

Or settle somewhere in between with a 5 day holiday.

So after much deliberation and deciding WHERE to go for our first holiday since the start of work, the French Riviera was decided on.
Not really because we wanted to go there, but because its relatively cheap and neighboring cities are near each other.

We met at Nice Côte d'Azur airport £130 poorer.

Being doctors and employed now, we decided to ditch the poor student days of travelling by public transport and rent a car instead.
Thank goodness we had our 28 year old friend with us who qualifies for the cheapest rate available.

Our first city: Nice (pronounced Knees)

Villa St Exupery. Our hostel for the first 3 nights.
You know how I sang the praises of the Living Lounge Hostel in Lisbon? This comes as second. Although not as tastefully nor artistically decorated as Living Lounge, Villa St Exupery does the rest as well, including free internet access and wifi, a cheap cheap bar, 1euro per beer - honestly?? and the best bit, dinner at only 6.50euro for a main course, 5.50euro for pizzas with your choice of topping and 2euro per humongous brownie.

I recall that Living Lounge was 10bucks for a 3 course meal.

Anyway. 6.50 is pretty darned good for a proper big plate of meat-with-sides dinner in France. So good that we ate 2 dinners out of our 3 nights in that place. Breakfast was included too, in the 20+euro we paid for 1 night, although it was a basic meal of bread, 10 types of cereal, coffee, tea and hot chocoloate.

Loved it.

The exciting stuff to do in Nice includes strolling down the Promenade des Anglais which Kai Lin blandly states, 'This is like Tanjung Muar.'

.....


So much for the French Riviera.

France's Tanjung Muar

We also did not miss the fruit and flower market at Cours Saleya.

At to which Kai Lin once again quips, 'Like pasar malam.'

.....

So much for France's marketplace.


Some people right, so difficult to please.

France's pasar malam.

A dive into the travel books told us not to miss Le Chateau. A hill by the promenade that gives you a bird's eyeview of the city.


We drove right up.

You know, when you have the luxury of a car. Beats the walking which would be what I'd have to do if I was still a student.

The hill was an entire garden, with a playground at one side and lots of small lanes winding up and down it. There was even this random archaeological site - cordoned off obviously that is very similar to... an archaeological site.

We chanced upon this large waterfall on the other side of the hill.


Pure randomness, with water cascading down into a man made pool below.

At 7pm we got chased off by the park guards which rode about in a scooter blowing their horn AND whistle at every other living thing.
Even a couple who wanted to take a quick picture got booted out double quick.

We then explored the Old Town of windy streets and narrow lanes, not unalike Venice or Lisbon's Alfama.

Honestly.

After travelling around Europe for 5 years, every other place seems to resemble every other place. Every church resembles every other church and nothing seem to be too exciting anymore.

Like I said.

Some people right, so hard to please.


In search of this highly recommended restaurant that serves Socca, a local delicacy, we found it and had to Q for 30 mins before getting our hands on this pancake-thing made of a flour+eggs batter - poured into a pizza pan - drowned with olive oil and baked in a stone oven. After it's done, you douse it with liberal amounts of pepper.

A worker mixing the batter with oil in the flat pizza pan with a whisk

Tastes like peppery oily thin pancakes. Literally.
Dirt cheap.

We went home that night with oil sloshing in our tummies and deliberating if we should prescribe ourselves some statins to cholesterol levels.

Intravenous of course.



City No 2 - Monaco

A drive along the coast brings us to Monaco, City of Casinos!

Of course halfway my camera battery had to die so no pictures of it - yet.

We spent a good part of the morning exploring the Oceanographic Museum, Princely Palace and Saint Charles Church. Managed to cheat our way as students with our biometric cards and student visas into the palace(only 3.50euros!) but was solidly refused the student price into the Oceanographic Museum although we approached them TWICE (ended up paying 13.50euros as adults. Students get 50% discount). Wankers. Bah. We are under the Tier 4 UK visa status ok, and that makes us STUDENTS!

Lots of underwater animals in the oceanographic musuem, live and dead. Live wise is quite impressive but I believe Hong Kong's Ocean Park beats them hands down. Dead wise - quite disappointing. Of course, once again, the best is the Smithsonian museums in Washington. However, the view from the top of the museum is good, and its location just at the cliffs overlooking the sea gives it a very 'oceanographic' feel.

Whatever that means.

The Princely Palace was ok-ish and the Napolean Museum whose ticket price is included in the palace ticket was er... boring.

We collected our car 3 hours later and had to pay a freaking 7.50euros for parking.

Babi.

Then we drove up to Monte Carlo - the father of all casinos and sure enough, you see Porsches, Lotuses and a Ferrarri parked outside and .... with no surprise at all.... lots of chinese tourist everywhere. We blended in quite well without anyone giving us a second glance.

10 bucks to enter the casino. No credit to gamble even. Just to enter - ENTER.

Whats this. Haven't even start gambling also lose 10 bucks liao.

But since we were already here, we decided to heck it and enter..... into a casino albeit as grand as Paris's Opera House, is 1/10 the size of Genting's Casino.

Maybe an exaggeration, but with only 3 rooms and one bar, (1 room has about 5 tables for roulette, another room 2 for black jack and the 3rd jackpot machines) if this is not small, what do I call it? Minuscule?

Yep, miniscule.

To top it off, we had to pay another 7.50 for parking.
Truly, only the rich can afford this place.


3rd day - Antibe


Was having breakfast when the boss of Villa St Exupery chanced upon our table to nick our butter. This then led to the conversation of where we were headed to and the recommendation of stopping by Antibe on our way to Cannes. He was brilliant - told us that the parking by the roads were free from 12-2pm and that food in Antibe is as good as Cannes but 1/2 the price. He also gave us a total tourist update of how to get the best out of the area - which we followed to the T.

So started off by trying to search his recommended Antique Market - which we failed to locate.


We however found the slip road he was talking about that cruised along the coastline. Walked down it, found a few beaches and got back to the car to drive along the coastline, down the peninsula before cutting across to Cannes.



No you don't enjoy life much more than we do.




Cannes.

The Film Festival.


No, the Film Festival was not going on when we were there. But, there was this other festival.

To enter this festival Plaisance which is about selling speed boats, yachts and luxury cars, one has to pay. How much I cannot remember, but... chotto matte kudasai... you are trying to sell their products, but I gotta pay to enter to view your products and then pay again if I wanted to buy them?

Wah, so lose-lose situation.

So of course we don't enter.
Learnt our lesson through Monte Carlo casino.


After that we found this tourist hill to climb up to view the city and our overtly cool friend Alex who walks around with his uber cool sunnies takes a photo for us, peers into the camera screen and exclaims, 'It is very dark!'

At to which PT immediately retorts, 'Take of your glasses (you twerp!)'


Hence, the laughter.

I looks ugly hor.
Alex is so cool.

Then a stroll down Rue de Antibe (so boring, same name as the nearby town) led us back to our car because we obviously cannot afford anything.

Despite being doctors and all.


Toulon

Why did we go to Toulon?

For the islands off its coast.

Only to arrive there and find out that the islands are off the coast of the next town.

Thank God for cars.


The Island of Porquerolles

Maybe one of the most fun days ever because we got to the port, and lo and behold - an abandoned fortress complete with its own private bridge.


Randomness.


A good deal poorer from the ferry crossing and bike renting (of course, we abused our student rights again), the team made our way to the famous Notre Dame Beach.

Which is scarcely as interesting as it sounds.


Pebbles, and slightly green-blue water awaited us with seaweed and bits of driftwood clinging along the coast.

Some laid towels down and sun bathed and just behind us was the forest, where you'd have to find a good hiding place to change.

The water was cool, and in the horizon, a few yachts bobbed up and down probably adding a hint of elegance to the place. We floundered around for a while before deciding that it was probably enough.

A splash always makes one feel better.

We had a map denoting the biking tracks and we tried to tackle them only to find out that indeed, we are an unfit bunch.

Even Alex who is so cool with his cool muscles gave up the ride halfway through on the Le Levant Circuit with a difficulty level of average to athletic. Still, we managed some of the easier routes, like the Le Midi Circuit that brought us to a lighthouse towards the south of the island. I suppose the memories of cycling through earthen tracks and navigating around slippery tree roots and large pebbles can only be cherished as it's wholly difficult to put them into words. These reminded me vividly of my youthful days when I donned bicycles bigger than my then small self while trying to keep up with my cousins and siblings when as raced through the rubber trees and palm oil estates in Sitiawan.


Of course, I am as big as a buffalo now.

We left the island at 5pm and made our way up Mont Faron for yet again a bird's eyes' view of the city (all of this French Riviera cities have some hill to look down over the city) and was not disappointed. The narrow and windy road up would make you queasy, it was all we could do to repeatedly remind Alex to continuously keep his eyes on the road and to NOT DRIVE SO FAST!

Happy days.

A mini celebration of my upcoming birthday (at which I will be celebrating it by working nights and doing what I do best, ahem) in the form of a sparkler atop my chocolate melting pot dessert on our last dinner together was probably the icing on the cake.


Another year older, another wrinkle to add on onto my already wrinkly face....

I hereby await the year 2010 to arrive.

J'ouvert and Carnival Tuesday

J'ouvert (also spelled as Jouve) and pronounced 'juuvay', is a large street party during Carnival in the eastern Caribbean region. J'ouvert is a contraction of the French jour ouvert, or day open (morning)~ Wikipedia

Steel pans of Trinidad

What I understand of this celebration prior to coming to T&T is it involves a lot of eating and food on the street for the few days before leading up to the huge Carnival that is so popular in this region.

Oh, how wrong I was.

J'ouvert is the welcoming of the carnival, and starts Monday morning.
Early.

Once again, our dear housemate came to our rescue by inviting us to her house down in Marabella, near the city of San Fernando. We spent the night there, listening to her father play pounding music the whole night long, playing PSP with Jaheim, her little nephew, cutting up our costumes for the next day and also trying to catch a few hours sleep in between.

Yes, as Khadija's father was part of a The Silver Surfers band, we were invited to take part in the march through the high streets of San Fernando with his family.

TT150 for the costumes - a silver shirt, silver skirt and a silver head-kerchief.



We got up at 3am, dressed and while the moon was still in the sky, made our way towards the already human infested streets of the small town.

All the street parties I'd experienced in the past is nothing like the street party here in Trinidad.

When people here say "Party", they REALLY mean - P A R T Y.

First of all, get yourself covered in paint.


Second of all, wine or grind your way through with every singe person you meet.



Third of all, go deaf with the blaring of the music through speakers the shape of houses.


and last of all, enjoy the different types of entertainment you come across and don't be shy to stare.



or laugh.



The loud music, wining, dancing and drinking went well into midday.

In my honest opinion, different bands with different colours, people covered in paint/mud/water from head to toe, those wearing next to nothing, not to mention those with layers of fat peeking out over their not-quite-there tights, trucks carrying large speakers with people just jumping about was quite over the top.

Aiyo...

I mean, getting up at an unGodly hour to party so extensively, nursing an over-vibrated eardrum, concentrating on avoiding and not having someone's dingdong rubbed against my ass constantly took what little mental strength I had to overcome each task. Good thing I had an umbrella with me. Made the latter problem so much easier to deal with.

We finally got home at around 10am and spent a good half an hour scrubbing the paint off our skins.
Ouch.


The next day was Carnival Tuesday.


T&T's biggest importer of tourists, the annual Carnival is unique with its own flavour, full of attitude, colours, and hey, wining.

Well, my idea of food and eating while street partying of the Carnival is so totally wrong.


What Carnival encompasses is a procession through the streets of Port of Spain, each team with it's own colours and costumes, blaring soca music and also trucks shaped into moving bars and even a toilet along with it.

Truck no 17 : Wee Wee Truck!

The costumes were truly amazing and beautiful.

From Africa... thanks for taking the pic with us

Feathers, feathers all around...


Body art cleverly blended with the costumes...


Performers dancing on the street, more than happy to pose for a shot...


Floats...

pulled by human

human part of the float

Dinosaurs...

looks like the monster from the Ultraman cartoon

Swat Team also got?

and of course...
Eye candy.

We shall not forget the ever wining/grinding that goes on and on throughout the whole day as they make their way down the roads.

You cannot escape it.

So, what I make of it all?

Play mas (ie dress up and parade) if you can. Dressing up is always fun. If not, go and look as a girl but be careful of all those winers - bring an umbrella;) , whereas if you are a boy- go and get wined at.

Good enough to pass as part of mas?

Careful of your dingdong though.