Sunday, June 13, 2010

Stockholm Marathon (June 5, 2010)

After more than 6 months of training through a snowy and icy winter in Sweden, I finally ran the 32nd Annual Stockholm Marathon. There were a total of 15,468 runners from all over the world. The weather was perfect, not as hot as it is rumored to be usually due to the late 2pm start. I was geared up in my usual American Cancer Society penny and set out to run a lofty sub-3-hour marathon.

Me with an Australian

My colleagues Ane, Amalina, and Stephan came out to support me. Ane was my "paparazzi," as she put it. She was thrilled to see a team of Brazilians representing her home country and so ran up to them for a photo. It is always a joy to share my experiences and a blessing to be supported. Thank you guys so much for coming out!

Ane, Amalina, me and Stephan
Team Brazil

There seems to be a lot of good runners in Sweden, which would explain why I was assigned to start back in group C. In the beginning of the race, I spent a substantial amount of energy maneuvering around other runners to keep up my pace. At around mile 10, I developed a side ache that sadly made me give up my goal of finishing under 3 hours. Fortunately, the pain went away after a few miles. By then, however, I had decided to just enjoy the course, appreciating the landscape and architecture of Stockholm, giving high-fives to kids spectating on the side of the road, and encouraging other runners.

Start group C
The start

The finish line is in the 1912 Olympic Stadium. Running into the stadium and hearing the roar of crowd was quite a magnificent experience. When Ane took the picture below, she was actually focusing on the man dressed up as a traditional Swedish woman who was grabbing the hands of runners as they were coming in. I managed to avoid him, hahaha, and crossed the finish line in 3 hours and 24 minutes.

Finish at the 1912 Olympic Stadium
3 hours and 24 minutes

In addition to the support I received from my colleagues, I was also supported by my family and friends back home, namely my mom, my grandma, and my girlfriend, Diana. Training for the Stockholm Marathon was very demanding day in and day out, and I wouldn't have been able to accomplish the feat without them. I'm very grateful.

Saturday, May 29, 2010

KI Loppet (May 26, 2010)

Loppet is Swedish for race. Today, my colleagues and I participated in the KI Loppet, a health promotion event that attracted about 600 participants at Karolinska Institute, including students, professors, researchers, and the principle. We rallied eleven people from our lab group (two not in the picture) and formed three teams, two teams of two girls and two guys and a team of three guys. Each team member had to run 2.45 km and one guy on the guys team had to run twice. Ane (wearing sun glasses) was the primary photographer and Sandra (not in the picture) took charge of preparing a post-race picnic. The weather had been inconsistent for the past couple days but fortunately today was gorgeous.

Two physical trainers from Friskis & Svettis lead a pre-race warm-up of aerobic style exercises. Like learning how to dance for the first time, I felt completely uncoordinated and embarrassingly self-conscious. Oh well, I did it anyway. It was fun to have my colleagues beside me also struggling to keep up and imitate the right moves.

Before the start of the race, we were given batons to be carried by the team member who would be out on the course. The batons were rubber bones, which I thought was rather creative, and we chose three hands. Team huddle, go team!

Even though I had been training over six months for the upcoming Stockholm Marathon, I was pretty exhausted after my leg of the race. I started out strong for my team, being the forth runner to hand off the baton. Short distance runs can be more punishing than long distance runs, I could taste the blood coming out from the capillaries in my lungs.

Surprisingly, our guys team (Diego, Fahad, and Matthias) placed second and was awarded towels. Fahad was especially surprised when he heard the announcement, "What? Really?" and when asked how he felt answered, "I feel fast!" The awards were handed out by the event commentator, Janne Schaffer, also a famous Swedish guitarist and song writer who worked with ABBA. Fahad wasn't a shabby showman himself, jumping onto the stage and flexing his muscles...haha!

We ended the event with a picnic under the sun. What a fun day! I love running and exercising not only because it promotes health but also because it provides a medium for people to bond. Even for those in our lab group who didn't run, they had a reason to step outside and enjoy company and fresh air. Work hard, play hard!

Friday, May 7, 2010

EndoMet Conference (May 6-7, 2010)

Solidarity in medical science brings people together. For the past two days, I attended an endocrinology and metabolism (EndoMet) conference held at the Såstaholm Hotel about thirty minutes north of Stockholm. A total of eighty people attended, including professors, postdocs, PhD students, and medical students. The program was structured with lectures, oral presentations, PhD student/adviser presentations, and a poster session, as well as meals, coffee breaks, and a social event. Overall, I received a good impression for my first academic, over night conference - the venue was nice, the food was generous and fancy, the accommodation was fine quality, and the people were professional and inquisitive. More importantly, perhaps, I saw that the conference was a good medium for people to form professional networks, publicize their research, practice their communication skills, and get a broad perspective of where the field is currently and where it is going.

Monday, April 19, 2010

Robbery at Friskis & Svettis (April 19, 2010)

Friskis & Svettis is a gym at the Karolinska Institute campus in the Solna municipal of Sweden. I have been exercising there since November because it is nearly impossible to run outdoors during the dark and snowy winters in Sweden. Well, cutting to the chase, I had a misfortune today, as someone broke into my locker and stole my belongings while I was working out. I lost my iphone, cell phone, wallet (driver's license, credit and debit cards, health insurance cards), two flash drives, Karolinska key card, backpack, North Face jacket, and jeans. Needless to say I am extremely pissed. I am also rather disappointed that the gym does not have security cameras. I filed a report to the Swedish police...I wonder what they can do. One of the managers of Friskis & Svettis talked to me and assured me that I will get everything back. I appreciate her reassurance but, at the same time, cannot help but see it as false hope. Everyone has been very supportive, including my landlady and my research adviser, which I am very grateful. God give me mercy and forgiveness if I ever find who robbed me...

Monday, April 5, 2010

Trek to Morocco (March 11-16, 2010)

I traveled to Rabat, Morocco for five days to visit Diana, who is currently studying Multiculturalism and Human Rights at the Center for Cross Cultural Learning. On my journey there, I was forced to be on my toes because I speak neither Arabic nor French, the two major languages in Morocco. At the airport customs, an officer looked at my passport and asked me, "Are you a terrorist?" After a brief, awkward silence, as I was caught off guard and speechless, he corrected himself, "Ahem, are you tourist?" "Yes," I said nodding, feeling relieved. From the airport, I took a grand taxi (different from petite taxis which only operate within cities) to the train station. The driver told me that the ride costs 120 dirhams or about $15. Not knowing how much I should really be paying, since Morocco is a bargaining country, I hesitantly accepted. Finally and rather miraculously, I met Diana at the Rabat train station after approximately 18 hours of travel.

Rabat, Morocco
Rabat, Morocco
parliament building in the government district
On the first night, we walked through the medina quarters, a walled portion of the city with maze-like streets and dizzying crowds, to look for my hotel. We were soon approached by a man who told us he could guide us to our destination. Since he was a decent looking fellow, spoke relatively good English, and seemed friendly and nonthreatening, we decided to follow and chat with him for a while. Then we got onto the subject of money and it was apparent that he wanted a fee for helping us. Feeling duped because he wasn't upfront and his actions weren't out of kindness or generosity, we decided it wasn't worth it. Diana told him we would be fine on our own. After making some unpleasant facial expressions and uttering some harsh sounding words, he walked away cursing under his breath. Oh well. Shortly after that incident, we found my hotel, which turned out to be closer to where we had started.

The next morning, Diana attended her classes and I went for a run along the Atlantic coast. I can now say that I have ran on four out of the seven continents in the world and in five different countries. Where I ran I didn't see many runners. The two I did come across, however, were nice and we acknowledged each other by waving. Most of the men and boys here seem to enjoy playing soccer and there were dozens of pickup games on the beaches.

Over the weekend, Diana and I took a one-day trip to Casablanca by train. The city surprised me by being more modern than I expected. I learned that it is known as the economic capital of Morocco. There were beach side restaurants and hotels that reminded me of La Jolla, CA. There were upscale shopping, nightclubs, and cafes. There was even a McDonald's. We took advantage of the venue by strolling along the beach and trying the acclaimed seafood for lunch at a beach side restaurant. The food was fantastic! Our weekend was cut short, however, due to a passport issue, where all hotels require you to physically present the number stamped into your passport when you first enter the country. Anyway, I won't get into the nitty gritty details here. Overall, we had a nice and relaxing time in Casablanca.

Casablanca, Morocco
McDonald's
Casablanca, Morocco
Back in Rabat, we did some haggling in the medina quarters and I got to meet Diana's host family. The picture below shows the streets being relatively empty near the host father's shop, but most other places were so incredibly crowded that I was bumping into someone all the time. The host father is a friendly man. He owns a leather goods shop where he sells messenger bags, purses, wallets, etc. I ended up buying a camel leather messenger bag from him at a very good price, without having to bargain of course. Afterward, I was invited to their home for teatime. The house was lucrative for Moroccan standards and had several stories. I finally got to see Diana's room in person, which was furnished with tiled walls, a lopsided bed, a rug, and a low table. For teatime, the host mother served us bread, cheese, small cookies, fried dough (which I forget the name of, and the host father dropped it on the ground as we were walking home, eek!), coffee and mint tea.

medina quarters



Rising approximately 140 feet, only half of its intended height, is the Hassan Tower. It has been an incomplete mosque since 1195 but remains to be a popular historic site. Like all other mosques, the Hassan Tower projects the call to prayer through a loudspeaker several times a day. The call to prayer is part of the Muslim culture and sounds like a low siren that can be heard across vast distances. It is a good thing that I can sleep amidst loud noises, otherwise I would have been woken up numerous times early in the morning by the call to prayer.

Hassan Tower
Close by the Hassan Tower is the Mausoleum of Mohammed V. This is where King Mohammed V and his two sons, including the late King Hassan II, are buried. The structure is modern, the interior is elaborately designed, and there were four royal guards standing watch inside, one in each corner.

Mausoleum of Mohammed V
marble tombs
tiled door
stained glass ceiling
One evening, Diana took me to a local restaurant in the medina quarters to get a genuine taste of traditional Moroccan cuisine. The restaurant, which was a house at one point in time, was elaborately decorated and furnished, and there was live Moroccan music with singing. We ordered a set course meal that included Moroccan salad, chicken tagine, couscous, small pastries, oranges sprinkled with cinnamon and sweetened dates, and mint tea. It was delicious! Sometime afterward, Diana told me she would learn how to make Moroccan salad from her host mother before coming back to the states. I am looking forward to it and will keep her accountable :P

Moroccan salad
chicken tangine
oranges with cinnamon and dates
mint tea
Despite feeling handicapped in Morocco because I don't speak the language and receiving some sour experiences here and there, I had an incredible time. Never in my life have I dreamed of going to an African country, so this was an eye-opening experience. It made me appreciate the power of language for communicating with people and functioning in society as well as the comfortable living conditions I oftentimes take for granted in the states and in Sweden. There are truly many different lifestyles in the world and by experiencing and understanding them firsthand I hope I can become a better global citizen. Thank you, Diana, for inviting me to Morocco and for opening my eyes a little wider (figuratively speaking).

Diana and me

Saturday, February 13, 2010

White Christmas in the United Kingdom (December 19-31, 2009)

Over the holidays, Diana and I traveled to the United Kingdom to the cities of London, Cambridge and Edinburgh. To get into the country we flew Ryanair - one of the cheapest European airlines on the market. Apparently, nothing stops them from trying to make an extra buck, not even flying amidst heavy snowfall or selling smokeless cigarettes during the flight. Oh well, as long as they get the job done safely, right? In each city, we stayed at a hostel and cooked our own meals and to get from city to city, we traveled by bus. Transportation, food, entertainment and merchandise were rather expensive since the dollar is weak compared to the pound (1USD=1.56GBP), so we followed a tight budget.

Throughout London, we saw a lot of these red telephone booths and red double decker buses. There's nothing particularly special about them besides being internationally recognized icons of London. I suppose they are kind of cute too. Most souvenir shops sell miniature models of them as toys and coin holders. Speaking of souvenirs, the only thing I purchased in London was a European hat. Diana says I look like Pip from Charles Dickens' Great Expectations. I can't say much about Pip's looks, but at least I know he has decent morals and ultimately realizes that social status and wealth is not the purpose of life. I don't know, it might go well with a pea coat, yeah?











This is the Diana, Princess of Wales Memorial Fountain in Hyde Park. The design aims to reflect Princess Diana's life and symbolize her quality and openness. Diana was named after Princess Diana, so she paid her respects by dipping her hand into the water. Burrr! It was very peaceful here but we didn't stay long because it was so cold. In fact, we felt chronically cold throughout the whole trip. Before leaving London, we also visited the Kensington Palace - Princess Diana's home. We didn't have time to go in but based on the outside the inside must be very nice. A warning if you come here someday: do not feed the squirrels. I was feeling generous and prepared to give them goldfish when one jumps onto my suitcase and another climbs onto my leg! In shock, I slapped it off and quickly put away the food. How rude!









Musicals are a popular attraction in London. From a long list of shows, we decided to see the Lion King. It was fabulous! The puppeteering of safari animals, hyenas, Zazu, and Timone and Pumba, the singing, the choreography, and the stage craft were all very well done and exceptional. This is the second musical I've seen in addition to Wicked and I would highly recommend it - entertaining for all ages.

Compared to Paris's architecture, the ones in London did not seem as breathtaking to me. Nonetheless, it is still home to several world renowned structures like the Big Ben and the Eye of London, which is a ferris wheel. At night, both of these structures are lit with neon-like lights.


Platform 9 and 3/4?! For reals?! I didn't know it actually existed. Neither did I know that King's Cross Station is a real train station in London. I guess it makes sense since J.K. Rowling is British and this is where she got most of her inspiration for Harry Potter. It took us a while to find the platform and we had to ask a security guard, who gave us a funny look. Pssh, obviously he doesn't know what's real and what's make-belief. Well, off to Hogwarts I go. Let me know if you want me to bring back anything - liquid luck, love potion, flying broom stick, you name it.

After staying in London for four days, we took a bus to Cambridge for three days to spend Christmas. Cambridge is home to Cambridge University, the second oldest university in England, founded in 1209. It is made up of 31 self-governing and independent colleges. When we were there it was celebrating its 800 year anniversary. Cambridge University is the alma mater of historic figures like Isaac Newton, Charles Darwin and Alan Alexander Milne (author of Winnie the Pooh) as well as contemporary stars like Hugh Laurie (Dr. Gregory House). The city evokes the feel of a quaint college town. There are good shopping, restaurants, and cafes that sell delicious eats, such as pasties. Running through Cambridge University is the River Cam. Although it was cold and the sun set early, we decided to go punting. Our guide was witty and outspoken and told us many facts about the different colleges as he propelled us down the river with a long pole.



King's College is probably the most distinct and magnificent looking college of Cambridge University. Unfortunately, it was closed to visitors when we visited. Despite not being able to go in, however, we were able to see it from both sides. It is very beautiful. Hopefully I can come back to visit in the Spring when it is warmer and my friend, Victor, who is currently a Gates-Cambridge scholar can show me around. In any case, I was inspired simply by being in a place where 87 Nobel Laureates received their education. Cambridge is definitely a town for intellectuals - there is not much entertainment that is apparent to outsiders, but it is very pleasant and scenic.

Our final destination was Edinburgh, Scotland. It is a small medieval city centered around the Edinburgh Castle, which sits majestically atop a volcanic rock, dominating the skyline. This is the first medieval castle I've been to and I was stoked because I've read about them in history books and seen them in Disney movies. I felt like I was in a fairy tale or traveled back in time and was walking along the same roads as someone living a thousand years ago. It was awesome. The castle, however, isn't as impressive on the inside as from afar. I did like the firepower it possesses and took some pictures with the cannons.

Several things that Edinburgh, or maybe Scotland as a whole, is known for are cashmere, Whiskey and Scottish terriers. Even though Diana adores puppies, we didn't bring back a Scottish terrier and since neither of us drink, we didn't bring back Whiskey either. Instead, we bought some cashmere garments and flexed our taste buds by trying some traditional dishes, specifically one called "haggis, neeps, and tatties." It was tasty and maybe even more so because Diana treated me to it on my birthday. I have to say, though, that after looking up the ingredients and how it is prepared, I'm going to have to refrain myself from eating it again if I come back here in the future. Something else that is rather unique to Scotland is that its people are divided into clans, which gives each person a sense of their identity and decent. There are hundreds of clans and each has its own plaid pattern called a tartan. A close friend, Michael, has Brown as his sir name and I wonder if he is of Scottish decent.



All in all, this 10-day trip to the United Kingdom was a wonderful eyeopening experience, and I am grateful to have been able to share it with Diana. There were some places we didn't have time to explore, such as the Scottish Highlands, so there are myriad incentives for both of us to come back. Ten days was rather rushed and I can recall instances during the trip when we worked up a sweat, even in below-freezing temperatures, such as when we ran with our suitcases on the streets of London to catch our bus to Cambridge. Good times and precious memories...

Sunday, November 29, 2009

Excursion to Paris (November 21-25, 2009)

After my third week in Stockholm, I took a mini-break to visit my sweetheart, Diana, in Paris. She is currently studying abroad to learn French and about the European Union. She is living with a host family, consisting of a mom and three teenage girls, literally in the center of the city. For my four days in Paris, I stayed in a 10-person co-ed dorm at a hostel located a few metro stops away from Diana.

Paris was everything I imagined and more. It certainly lives up to its nicknames "The City of Love" and "The City of Light." On the streets, particularly along the Seine River and on the Avenue des Champs-Élysées, lovers embraced and French kissed without a care in the world. From the highest points of the city, specifically the Eiffel Tower, the Notre Dame Cathedral, and the Basilique du Sacré-Cœur, I saw the beautiful architecture, elaborate layout, and brilliant lights of Paris. Adding to the splendor of the city, the Eiffel tower was recently decorated with LEDs, essentially transforming it into a giant light bulb capable of putting on fabulous light shows.







No question, Paris is rich in history and culture. As merely a tourist, I only got a small glimpse and taste of the city. I visited the Chateau de Versailles built by King Louis XIV in the 18th century. It was the center of the French court and government until the turn of the century when it acquired its current role as the Museum of the History of France. Unfortunately, on the day I had planned to visit the Louvre Museum I found that it closes every Tuesday. That wasn't a big problem, however, as I decided to do what I saw many locals do - I bought a baguette sandwich and ate it while walking to the Rodin Museum. Auguste Rodin was a sculptor world renowned for bringing public sculpting into the modern era. Being who my future brother-in-law was named after, Rodin was something I didn't want to miss.






A trip to Paris wouldn't be complete without tasting some of the local flavors. Diana took me to a Jewish town where I had the best falafel sandwich I've ever tasted. At a famed desert restaurant, we shared a sinfully delicious cup of hot chocolate almost as thick as fondue and sweet macaroons which looked like the ones decorating the windows of all dessert shops in Paris. In a Christmas market on the street between the Arc de Triomphe and the Obelisque, we sipped hot red wine on a cold and rainy night. Taken together, this Paris experience was like a wonderful dream.