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  <title>Time is the race with no winner</title>
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  <description>Today is the Old New Year&apos;s eve. I am back in Waterloo finishing my degree with only 3 and a half months to go. I can&apos;t imagine that in a month there will be an iron ring on my right pinkie, I wonder if it will bother the heck out of me. In May, I will return to the Arctic to enjoy the cold, the warm, the mosquitos, the helicopters and most of all the people that gather up North. There will be 6 full months to live such simple and sophisticated life style. It is easy for me to detach myself from the world down south since I am single and free:) Since I do plan to settle down at some point in my life I would like to enjoy such opportunities while I can. The camp will not be the same as when I left it. 200 people is a lot and it might feel like a town where you don&apos;t know everybody. Well, ultimately we are there to work, so it won&apos;t matter. Upon completion of the year two of the winter in the summer, I will switch it up and live through a summer in the winter by going to the down under. Australia and New Zealand are the destination of choice for an indefinite period of time, probably half a year or so... maybe I will be back for another field season in Canada.&lt;br /&gt;Let&apos;s see where everyone else is planning to be in the next year:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Amy will bike across Canada, then come up North to visit me;) and we&apos;ll take off for the South Hemisphere&lt;br /&gt;Linda will go on a European cruise with Chris and then who knows, they both applied for the job at Microsoft&lt;br /&gt;Daniela will spend the summer in Italy and hopefully get in to grad school at UBC&lt;br /&gt;Phil will travel Nepal, Tibet, South East Asia and Africa and then settle down in Seattle&lt;br /&gt;Natasha got a job with Telus in Toronto&lt;br /&gt;Jeffrey might move to Texas&lt;br /&gt;Tom will enjoy his summer working for the Department of National Defense and then finally graduate&lt;br /&gt;Scott will work in the North as well and then probably travel South America&lt;br /&gt;Katie has no idea what she wants, but I got a feeling she is itching for some traveling&lt;br /&gt;Anuta and Vitalik will both graduate and get married&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Crazy world, i hope we can keep in touch.</description>
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  <pubDate>Thu, 05 Jul 2007 02:36:45 GMT</pubDate>
  <title>Arctic Blues</title>
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  <description>My first break from the Arctic marathon is coming up soon. There are a few things that I HAVEN&apos;T done in the last 3 weeks:&lt;br /&gt;- flushed a toilet, slept in the dark, rode in a car, slept alone in the room, put less than 2 sweaters on, saw an ashphalted road, recycled, ate only veggies for dinner, saw more than 40 people at the time, got stuck in traffic, and saw trees and squirels!&lt;br /&gt;It will be weird to put on a regular seatbelt in the front seat of the car instead of a four point  belt in the chopper. Haha, I might even bend in half coming up to a car so the blades don&apos;t take my head off!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Arctic is treating me real well and this bare but intricate landscape is securing itself in my heart. I saw a polar bear which made the whole trip worth it too!</description>
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  <pubDate>Thu, 31 May 2007 19:05:46 GMT</pubDate>
  <title>Sista dag</title>
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  <description>My last day in Lund, tomorrow morning is the take-off time. This term has been long and short. After four months I felt the itch to move on, but now it seems like I could have stayed here for a while longer. I&apos;ve learnt that chocolate balls taste great, Australian accent is very intriguing, biking in the yellow fields feels awesome, travelling for two and a half weeks straight is enchanting, and that the best memories are of small little things:) Thank you Lund!</description>
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  <pubDate>Wed, 30 May 2007 09:19:07 GMT</pubDate>
  <title>Camping on May 2-4</title>
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  <description>According to old Canadian tradition, May 2-4 is when you go camping for the first time of the year:) Being in Sweden this year didn&apos;t stop me from following this tradition. Even the fact that May 24 was a Thursday didn&apos;t stop me. We travelled to a nearby town of Hög where we rented a canoe. To be very appropriate, this canoe was Canadian canoe:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align=&quot;center&quot;&gt;&lt;a href=&quot;http://picasaweb.google.com/whiteredwhite/SwedishViews/photo#5070275280609290466&quot;&gt;&lt;img alt=&quot;&quot; src=&quot;http://lh4.google.com/image/whiteredwhite/Rl08gRYpKOI/AAAAAAAACEA/0tRmyCcRkYw/s400/DSCF2167.JPG&quot; /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Have you ever seen a Canadian canoe before?... yeah, me neither.  Paddling up the stream with me steering at the back was tons of fun. I lost count of how many trees we smashed into:) At our pitstop, we made a random fire and roasted not only sausages, but also bananas with chocolate! yummy!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I posted more pics from random events and my recent trip to see Hamlet´s castle in Denmark. &lt;a href=&quot;http://picasaweb.google.com/whiteredwhite&quot;&gt;Here they are.&lt;/a&gt;</description>
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  <pubDate>Thu, 24 May 2007 19:51:51 GMT</pubDate>
  <title>Drutten och Gena</title>
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  <pubDate>Tue, 22 May 2007 19:16:37 GMT</pubDate>
  <title>Sittning</title>
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  <description>Finally, I made it to a sittning at Lunds nation. Sittning is not just a fancy dinner party at one of the nations. Sittining is dinner party taken to the next level. You book as a group and often come dressed up as for a theme party. So far I&apos;ve seen pirates and 80&apos;s work out group. You sit at the formal table with napkins, two forks and two knives and candles. Three course dinner is served, while the portions weren&apos;t big at all, the food tasted real good. Here comes the perk of the whole night: it is a singing competition between the tables! Swedes love to sing, so throughout the dinner people get up and announce a song they are gonna sing. The whole table sings with you as loud as they can. Later, another table responds with their song. In addition all of the signing is accompanied by clapping and banging on the table unil the wine spills:) Swedes know all their songs and call outs by heart; for us foreign students they have little books of songs, almost like in a church only with alcohol! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh yeah, crazy exchange students in Lund also celebrate Halloween on May 19 at the mental hospital!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href=&quot;http://picasaweb.google.com/whiteredwhite/HalloweenPartyInMayMay192007/photo#5067465865191565298&quot;&gt;&lt;img src=&quot;http://lh4.google.com/image/whiteredwhite/RlNBWxYpJ_I/AAAAAAAACB0/9YqO8vT1T2w/s400/n1931174_37237825_2165.jpg&quot; /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Guys from my swedish class.</description>
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  <pubDate>Sat, 12 May 2007 10:44:51 GMT</pubDate>
  <title>Part 3: Finnish Me Now!</title>
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  <description>Part 3 of my travels started at 4 am catching a taxi to the airport in Warsaw. I&apos;ve arrived to this barn with one room and three doors representing the gates. I was pretty hungry, but the only store in the barn was closed and I had no change for the vending machines. Sitting there I was still thinking in polish-russian-belorussian gibrish to myself, when I heard someone say &apos;Jätter bra!&apos;. It took me a few seconds to realize that there were other people here heading to Stockholm.  Finally we boarded the plane, and considering I was hungry and had money leftover I decided to order something of the menu. I had the menu opened on my lap, my selection was made and the money squeezed in my pocket. The flight attendants were making their way down the aisle. Well, the next thing was me waking up and looking outside. It was all white there from which I concluded that we should be in the clouds. Ten seconds later we touched down. I slept through the whole flight and white stuff turned out to be snow! I picked up my bag and realized that this terminal Skvasta &apos;in Stockholm&apos; is actually hour and a half away from it. That&apos;s what you get for flying cheap airlines! I made my way to Stockholm and wondered around for a few hours.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href=&quot;http://picasaweb.google.com/whiteredwhite/FinnishMeNowApr09152007/photo#5061922784737829058&quot;&gt;&lt;img src=&quot;http://lh5.google.com/image/whiteredwhite/Rj-P9BjBIMI/AAAAAAAABgg/JMHoMMyfznE/s288/DSCF1701.JPG&quot; /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Later in the day I met up with Peter who was travelling north of Sweden before joining me for the Finland adventure. Somewhere on his travels, Peter met a girl from Stockholm who met us up to show us around. Christina took us up on this Katharina Hiss (Elevator) where we got a nice view of town.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href=&quot;http://picasaweb.google.com/whiteredwhite/FinnishMeNowApr09152007/photo#5061923201349656818&quot;&gt;&lt;img src=&quot;http://lh6.google.com/image/whiteredwhite/Rj-QVRjBIPI/AAAAAAAABg4/q9VoiENRblc/s288/DSCF1709.JPG&quot; /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The catch was you had to pay separately for the way up and down in the elevator! &lt;br /&gt;In the evenening Peter and I boarded a ferry heading to Turku in Finland. Back in the day when Finalnd belonged to Sweden, Turku was called Åbo and it was Swedish capital. We had great 4 person cabin just for the two of us. Notice a fake window on this underwater deck!&lt;br /&gt; &lt;a href=&quot;http://picasaweb.google.com/whiteredwhite/FinnishMeNowApr09152007/photo#5061923209939591426&quot;&gt;&lt;img src=&quot;http://lh4.google.com/image/whiteredwhite/Rj-QVxjBIQI/AAAAAAAABhA/usc3z9-0xEs/s288/DSCF1711.JPG&quot; /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sleeping on ferries is so gentle and rocking, puts you out to sleep right away!&lt;br /&gt;In the morning we were in Turku where Peter&apos;s friend Markus was supposed to host us for the day.  He was a great host showing us around the town and feeding us reindeer meet! We also tried Finnish sausage soup in a student cafeteria.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;a href=&quot;http://picasaweb.google.com/whiteredwhite/FinnishMeNowApr09152007/photo#5063611449914500514&quot;&gt;&lt;img src=&quot;http://lh4.google.com/image/whiteredwhite/RkWPyRjBJaI/AAAAAAAABv8/ffHRGYSYYaI/s288/Markus%20and%20I%20eating%20Finnish%20sausage%20soup.jpg&quot; /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;br /&gt;I was very lazy the first day in Finland, and took almost no pictures. The next day, however, we went to the city called Tampere. The main reason we decided to go there is because they had Moomin Troll museum! You guys in North America probably have no idea what I am talking about. Finnish writer Tuve Jansson wrote and drew series of comics and books about Moomin Troll Family Adventures. There were cartoons made in several countries icnluding England, Japan and USSR. Thanks to the original sketches made by Tuve all the characters looked the same in all the countries!&lt;br /&gt; &lt;a href=&quot;http://picasaweb.google.com/whiteredwhite/FinnishMeNowApr09152007/photo#5061923231414427970&quot;&gt;&lt;img src=&quot;http://lh5.google.com/image/whiteredwhite/Rj-QXBjBIUI/AAAAAAAABhg/kH0vZbPReZ4/s288/DSCF1718.JPG&quot; /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I even got myself Moomin socks in the gift shop!... couldn&apos;t resist. Apart from the Moomin museum, we wondered around the city and went up to the observation tower. From there we could see how much of the water still frozen. We did come to Finland for some winter, though it wasn&apos;t as cold as I expected/hoped for. &lt;br /&gt;At the end of the day, we boarded a night train heading north, above Arctic circle. We had to switch trains early in the morning in the town Rovaniemi. Santa Claus Lapland village was only 20 minutes away, but we decided to skip that:) Instead we headed to the town Kemijärvi which was above Arctic circle. Cross-country skiing around/on the frozen lake was quite and experience. It was my first time skiing since back in Minsk around my school. And the view was much better this time. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href=&quot;http://picasaweb.google.com/whiteredwhite/FinnishMeNowApr09152007/photo#5061923459047694850&quot;&gt;&lt;img src=&quot;http://lh6.google.com/image/whiteredwhite/Rj-QkRjBIgI/AAAAAAAABjA/g3McRhM8zdM/s288/DSCF1744.JPG&quot; /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href=&quot;http://picasaweb.google.com/whiteredwhite/FinnishMeNowApr09152007/photo#5061923742515536402&quot;&gt;&lt;img src=&quot;http://lh4.google.com/image/whiteredwhite/Rj-Q0xjBIhI/AAAAAAAABjI/yLfI5lxl3is/s288/DSCF1746.JPG&quot; /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ten kilometers later our bodies ached all over. I didn&apos;t expect arms to hurt so much, but it was the legs that I felt for the next three days. To end the day we decided to go to the Finnish sauna! It was quite nice to be soooo clean after 4 hours of sweating. Finnish sauna is the one where one keeps pouring water on the rocks. There was also steam room where you couldn&apos;t see much at all and you set there in the cloud of warm water vapour:) &lt;br /&gt;After all the cleanliness we wanted to eat. Being up north we wanted to try some reindeer burgers. Poor us didn&apos;t know the finnish word for reindeer. We ended up finding a picture of a reindeer on the brochure and pointing at it!!! lol, they didn&apos;t have reindeer burgers.&lt;br /&gt;We had to catch another night train on the way down south. This time instead of just seats, we had a cabin. It was all so high tech! The train was two level, with two ppl cabins that each had a toilet AND a shower!!! Check out the album for the pictures of how the toilet/shower transformation worked. I still wonder if they used inbetween wall space for water storage.&lt;br /&gt;Oh yeah and we saw Polar lights on the way back. They weren&apos;t very strong so for an hour we wondered if that&apos;s what we saw, but when it ended we knew for sure we&apos;ve seen polar lights!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href=&quot;http://picasaweb.google.com/whiteredwhite/FinnishMeNowApr09152007/photo#5061923910019261170&quot;&gt;&lt;img src=&quot;http://lh3.google.com/image/whiteredwhite/Rj-Q-hjBIvI/AAAAAAAABk4/i_ezZpBaClk/s288/DSCF1789.JPG&quot; /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The next stop was Helsinki, where we stayed in a Stadium hostel. It was located inside the Olympic Stadium. In the hall ways you could smell the sweat so appropriate for a sports residence. Maybe some Olympic champion from 1952 slept in the same room I did that night!!! I found Helsinki to be very homy and cozy town. It wasn&apos;t as spectacular as Stockholm, but very welcoming. One of the things I loved the best was this church carved in the rock. It has great acoustics and interesting atmosphere inside. We caught and orchestra practicing there, so we listened to some awesome music too. Later, I saw the conductor&apos;s picture on the cover of some magazin, so maybe they were famous!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href=&quot;http://picasaweb.google.com/whiteredwhite/FinnishMeNowApr09152007/photo#5061924412530434898&quot;&gt;&lt;img src=&quot;http://lh4.google.com/image/whiteredwhite/Rj-RbxjBI1I/AAAAAAAABlo/NI3V5qGelII/s288/DSCF1822.JPG&quot; /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There is also a video of orchestra playing in the album. &lt;br /&gt;Among other things in Helsinki (Helsingfors in Finnish) we ate Baltic herring on the waterfront and toured the Sveaborg fort. At night we decided to check out the Ice bar, which turned out to be a COLD room where the drinks are super expensive. Haha, but the experience was cool nonetheless. We managed to meet people from Thunder Bay in there, hehe. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href=&quot;http://picasaweb.google.com/whiteredwhite/FinnishMeNowApr09152007/photo#5063620039849092530&quot;&gt;&lt;img src=&quot;http://lh4.google.com/image/whiteredwhite/RkWXmRjBJbI/AAAAAAAABwU/JXplKYR0fUA/s288/Peter%20and%20I%20in%20icebar%2C%20helsinki.jpg&quot; /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Next day we returned to Turku to see Markus again. He was nice to hold on to some of our stuff (i.e. my suitcase) while we were roaming Finland. Since Markus had a conference to attend that day, Peter and I continued our Moomin pilgrimage with a visit to Moomin theme park in a nearby town of Naantalia. There were no rides, almost no visitors (it was out of season), and no open washrooms! Haha. It was tons of fun with great weather!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href=&quot;http://picasaweb.google.com/whiteredwhite/FinnishMeNowApr09152007/photo#5061924687408342162&quot;&gt;&lt;img src=&quot;http://lh4.google.com/image/whiteredwhite/Rj-RrxjBJJI/AAAAAAAABoI/v-wPRw6r79A/s288/DSCF1913.JPG&quot; /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We also sampled locally started fast food chain HesBurger, which completly excluded MacDonalds from the market in Turku! Not a single MacDonalds in town, it was AWESOME. HesBurger, is quite popular and I even saw one in Latvia later. &lt;br /&gt;Too bad that night we were supposed to be leaving beautiful Suomi land and heading back to our not less beautiful Sverige. Another overnight ferry ride this time with Viking lines wasn&apos;t as great. The cabin was pretty shitty, with no bathroom, no phone, and no heating. But hey, it was only one night, we survived. The ferry arrived back in Stockholm at 6 am. Thanks to the great weather we toured the city so early in the morning, enjoying the silence of the town. I even cought a nap on the pierce by the water. Walking through a park full of pink blossoming trees we saw two men playing chess with huge pieces.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href=&quot;http://picasaweb.google.com/whiteredwhite/FinnishMeNowApr09152007/photo#5061924738947949826&quot;&gt;&lt;img src=&quot;http://lh4.google.com/image/whiteredwhite/Rj-RuxjBJQI/AAAAAAAABpA/qPOVc9RnioU/s288/DSCF1941.JPG&quot; /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When the city woke up, we went to Skansen museum under open sky. It featured farm houses from all over Sweden and some Sami houses from the north. There was also a zoo with Swedish animals.  We saw reindeers, moose, wolverines, wolves, bears, and pretty chickens! It was sooo warm that day in Stockholm, we had to undress down to shortsleeves! A short 6 hour train ride to Lund and we were home:)&lt;br /&gt;And this is how my Easter travels ended. It was the longest times I&apos;ve ever spent on the road. I liked it a lot and at the end felt like I could have kept going to explore more places and meet more people.</description>
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  <pubDate>Sun, 06 May 2007 10:55:34 GMT</pubDate>
  <title>Weird Units</title>
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  <description>From: &lt;a href=&quot;http://www.null-hypothesis.co.uk/article/136#top&quot;&gt;http://www.null-hypothesis.co.uk/article/136#top&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jerk: A unit of acceleration change in engineering. When you sit in a car and it jerks, it is a change in acceleration of one foot per second per second in one second, or 1ft/sec3. This equals about 0.3048 m/s3. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Butt: A unit of volume for wines and other alcoholic drinks. A butt is equal to 2 hogsheads. In the UK, a butt of beer is 108 imperial gallons or 490.98 litres. The word comes from the Roman word buttis, meaning a large cask for wine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Degree MacMichael (°McM): A unit to measure the viscosity or thickness of chocolate. Values range from about 60 °McM (thin runny chocolate) to about 190 °McM (very thick chocolate for dipping). A MacMichael viscometer is used to make the measurement.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Also Swedish word of the day is: &lt;br /&gt;glasogön, glas is glass, and ogön is eyes. As it turns out glasogön is not glasseyes for ppl with no eyes! it´s eyeglasses!</description>
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  <pubDate>Sun, 06 May 2007 10:52:37 GMT</pubDate>
  <title>Part 2: Polish me up!</title>
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  <description>Last part ended with Wendy and I saying good-bye to Vitek and catching a train towards Poland. This is exactly where this story will pick up. Notice, that I didn&apos;t say the train TO Poland, it was the train TOWARDS Poland. The idea was to get off at the last town before crossing the border between Czech and Poland and then catch a taxi to get to the nearest town on the Polish side.&lt;br /&gt;~9pm, we get off the train at the tiniest station, it is pretty much dark and the station hut is closed for the day. We choose to walk to the right but no luck on that side. We turn around and go to the left! I have never been so happy to see a casino as that time. I mean to call a cab we need: phone number+a working phone (our cell phones didn&apos;t work there). Casino guy gives us the phone number for the cab but refuses to let us use his phone. ooops. so we continue along the road until we unexpectedly (almost) hit the border. Why not walk through it at 10pm? We almost walked past the guards when they yell at us to come back and show passports. We got some weird looks on both sides of the border and Polish guards were quite interested in Wendy&apos;s numerous visas and stamps in her passport. Luckily, they let us through with no problems at all. Once again, I rejoice having a Canadian passport, life is so easy with it. So there we are on the Polish side already, with no taxi in sight. After asking some lady at the exchange office, we find out that the town is 4 km away and the hostel we are aiming at is easy to find. Walking along the road with only a gravel shoulder is tons of fun when you are towing a suitcase! wohoo. Screw the taxi, walking is good for you. Finally, we find the hostel and arrive at its front door. It greets us with a &quot;Construction&quot; sign at 11 pm. Aren&apos;t we lucky? There is a guy, however, sitting inside the room, a guy dressed up in a suit and tie looking like he is sleeping. Wendy convinced me he is simply watching tv, so we knock on the window. I&apos;m surprised he stayed calm when he heard the knock on the window at 11 pm, he even opened the window to talk to us. Well, talk to me, I had to practice my polish-russian-belorussian gibrish and it worked just fine! A room for two for the only guests was arranged on the spot and gorgeously delicious breakfast was waiting for us in the morning. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The town was called Kudowa Zdroj and it is famous for being a spa town (santoriums) and for the Table Mountains around. There is also the Church of Skulls there, that unfortunately was closed the day we came to see it, but we saw some skulls through the window. We went hiking in the Table mountains passing on the way a bar called &apos;Toronto&apos; (the must have known we are coming!).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href=&quot;http://picasaweb.google.com/whiteredwhite/PolishMeUpApr192007/photo#5055446302645910818&quot;&gt;&lt;img src=&quot;http://lh6.google.com/image/whiteredwhite/RiiNoJpFfSI/AAAAAAAABWM/XC1XtKsVrGA/s288/DSCF1553.JPG&quot; /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We also picked up two local friends Fluffy and Stinky.. or wait it was Twinky who helped us along the road. Fluffy was carrying our food supply:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href=&quot;http://picasaweb.google.com/whiteredwhite/PolishMeUpApr192007/photo#5055446517394275746&quot;&gt;&lt;img src=&quot;http://lh4.google.com/image/whiteredwhite/RiiN0ppFfaI/AAAAAAAABXM/Tj9ncpuakvE/s288/DSCF1569.JPG&quot; /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and Twinky was helping Wendy to climb. Yeah, yeah, our local friends were sticks, but they were wonderful. At the end, I parked mine in a bike stall and walked away, it was a sad moment.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We passed some cool view on the way to the top:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href=&quot;http://picasaweb.google.com/whiteredwhite/PolishMeUpApr192007/photo#5055446311235845426&quot;&gt;&lt;img src=&quot;http://lh4.google.com/image/whiteredwhite/RiiNoppFfTI/AAAAAAAABWU/-V9I79uaJAw/s288/DSCF1555.JPG&quot; /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;br /&gt;We have also came upon a bord sign saying: &apos;End of the country, Crossing forbidden&apos;. Hehe, look what i did!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href=&quot;http://picasaweb.google.com/whiteredwhite/PolishMeUpApr192007/photo#5055446337005649266&quot;&gt;&lt;img src=&quot;http://lh6.google.com/image/whiteredwhite/RiiNqJpFfXI/AAAAAAAABcE/SmEvnFB_AcU/s288/DSCF1565.JPG&quot; /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The top of the mountain offered a wonderful view on a bunch of little towns probably on the Czech side. I think we spend an hour sitting at the top enjoying the view and inhaling the beauty and tranquility:) Silly us thought that we were finished with the top. That&apos;s when we found a sign to the Labyrynth which turned out to be extremely cool maze inbetween limestone rocks. We had to squeeze through these tiny openings to make our way through. &lt;a href=&quot;http://picasaweb.google.com/whiteredwhite/PolishMeUpApr192007/photo#5055446865286626834&quot;&gt;&lt;img src=&quot;http://lh5.google.com/image/whiteredwhite/RiiOI5pFfhI/AAAAAAAABYE/DIlWxx-aV_o/s288/DSCF1586.JPG&quot; /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fluffy turned out to be stone surface feeder as he scraped all the rock surfaces as I made my way along the maze.&lt;br /&gt;After the maze, it took us another few hours to get back to town where we tried to find a place to get massages. It is absolutely impossible to get a massage in the town at 8pm! crazy spa-town. So we had to simply enjoy the shower in our room at the hotel. There, we decided to stay for another night and head out in the morning.&lt;br /&gt;As we arrived at the bus station, we realized that there is no bus station! It was just a bus stop with a few signs informing you of which buses pass through here. Some of the signs looked really old and I doubted their validity. One of the signs like that was a sign announcing a bus to Wroclaw where we wanted to go. So instead we cought a bus to Katowice that was about 200 km away. Six (SIX!) hours later we arrived in Katowice. Fot the first 4 hours of the trip we were enjoying the sightseeing of every little town on the way. However, the last two hours were spent in the urgent wait to get to Katowice. The city name didn&apos;t even appear on the road signs until we were really close. We walked around town for a little bit, but it was really dark and polluted city especially in the center. Hence, we decided to move on to Krakow asap. After a very bumpy ride in a tight van, we made it to Krakow allright and found our hostel easily. Hostel was real nice (well the guy at the reception was;). this made our stay in Krakow so much better. The cute guy at the reception suggested to us which places to go to eat polish food and where to go to dance. Best part about going out in Poland is that there are no cover charges in the clubs! so you can surf from one to another as you please. We did exactly that and had a nice night out. The next day, Wendy took care of her taxes and we headed to Weliczka Salt Mine. The tour was totally worth it, we saw underground salt chapels, caves, lakes, tons of carvings out of salt (the latest one added is the statue of JPII). There were displays talking about the history of the mine and also light-music shows at the lakes! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href=&quot;http://picasaweb.google.com/whiteredwhite/PolishMeUpApr192007/photo#5055447165934337682&quot;&gt;&lt;img src=&quot;http://lh3.google.com/image/whiteredwhite/RiiOaZpFfpI/AAAAAAAABZE/2hi8ECVt6j8/s288/DSCF1608.JPG&quot; /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Second part of the tour was optional but I think it was much more interesting. We passed by a lot of old equipment used in the mine. Huge wheels turned around by horses (who never saw the light of day again) were designed to bring stuff up between the levels. The levels had to be only so much distance apart, as they couldn&apos;t weave very long ropes of required strength. All of the structures were made out of wood which was super impressive!&lt;br /&gt;That night was my last night in Krakow and me and Wendy went out again. We played some pool with local guys Paul and David and visited a lounge bar where some creepy guys tried hitting on us:) I had to pretend I don&apos;t understand Polish. hehe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Next day was the beginning of a relaxing break in Warsaw where I met up with my grandma, my sister and her friend from Minsk. We had some nice walks around Warsaw and a top notch view on all the Easter celebrations as we lived across the street from a church:)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To be continued with Finland travels!</description>
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  <pubDate>Tue, 17 Apr 2007 21:43:55 GMT</pubDate>
  <title>Part 1: Czech Me Out!</title>
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  <description>Last time I was in Prague was about 10 years ago. I dreamt of going back to sample culture and beer for a while now. Finally, a 16 hour bus ride brought me and Wendy (a girl from Waterloo on exchange in Lund as well) down to Praha. After circling one intersection for half an hour, we found the street hiding behind a little red kiosk selling crepes. Our hostel was just at the end of the hidden street. It was great to see that most people in our room were students travelling around Europe for the Easter break. While hostels are cheap and nice, it still strikes me odd when I see old people or families in there. Hostels are for students and travellers! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We had no map of Prague, but Wendy remembered where to go to get to the center:) The main town square was overflowing with tourists and Easter decorations and celebrations.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href=&quot;http://picasaweb.google.com/whiteredwhite/CzechMeOutMar303107/photo#5054502471443452578&quot;&gt;&lt;img src=&quot;http://lh5.google.com/image/whiteredwhite/RiUzN8a4kqI/AAAAAAAABSU/J8FWtlc1IBY/s400/DSCF1505.JPG&quot; /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;br /&gt;Sunny weather and cheerful brass orchestra music prettied up the city even more. We walked all around the old town and to the Charles bridge paying visits to most staple tourist attractions. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href=&quot;http://picasaweb.google.com/whiteredwhite/CzechMeOutMar303107/photo#5054502497213256418&quot;&gt;&lt;img src=&quot;http://lh3.google.com/image/whiteredwhite/RiUzPca4kuI/AAAAAAAABS0/a60rBgCV4Hk/s400/DSCF1516.JPG&quot; /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eventually we made our way to the castle. Since it was after 5 we didn&apos;t have to pay to enter (which is always nice). I just had to take the picture with the guards!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href=&quot;http://picasaweb.google.com/whiteredwhite/CzechMeOutMar303107/photo#5054502505803191042&quot;&gt;&lt;img src=&quot;http://lh5.google.com/image/whiteredwhite/RiUzP8a4kwI/AAAAAAAABTE/6m2Xti_QHvc/s400/DSCF1528.JPG&quot; /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have seen the Royal Palace guards in Prague, Copenhagen, Oslo, and Stockholm. I must tell you that Prague guards are the most serious, straight faced guys ever! They won&apos;t even look at you, they pretend you don&apos;t exist!!! All the other ones (in Scandinavia) are so much more relaxed, they even allow themeselves to talk to each other. So Prague guards are the toughest.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wendy and I were determined to try Czech food. We were reluctant to pay high prcies of restaurants around in the tourist area, so we ventured off into the regular parts of the town. What do you think? There were italian places, indian, chinese, thai, american stake houses... but no czech restaurants!!! Two of the places we tried didn&apos;t have room for us, but we lucked out in the third one. I am still not sure if the food we ate was Czech, but it was really good. The beer was alright too:)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At night, we went out to check out the night life. Following the directions of the guide book borrowed in the hostel, we headed to a cellar bar where young czech listen to czech pop. LOL. We ran from that place before we entered. Plan B was to hit the 5 level club which turned out to be right on the water. Wendy and I were joined by Arden from California who we met at the hostel. The club turned out to be extremely awesome. 4 levels played really different music, so the there actually WAS choice of music. 5th level was occupied by not lame chill lounge. Except for the abundance of broken glass on the floor, this club fit my teenage idea of a club. Arden was like a big brother to us, protecting from weird guys! wohoo. There was a bunch of guys in the club all dressed in the inmates striped uniform. We first saw them on the street walking down like real inmates being herded! I wonder what was the occasion:) It was a really great night of dancing! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The next day we wondered to the jewish quarters. Too bad it was a Saturday and everything was closed. Wendy had enough of tourist Prague and we took of for little, old and pretty Hradec Kralove. A short bus ride later we were greeted by our CouchSurfing host Vitek. It was Wendy&apos;s idea to try to find someone from couchsurfing there and it worked out amazing. Vitek had a bed for us in his office right in the middle of old town on a triangular square (yes.) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href=&quot;http://picasaweb.google.com/whiteredwhite/CzechMeOutMar303107/photo#5054503558070178658&quot;&gt;&lt;img src=&quot;http://lh6.google.com/image/whiteredwhite/RiU0NMa4k2I/AAAAAAAABT8/hl_Lv_vOuX4/s400/DSCF1540.JPG&quot; /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Vitek walked us through the town, telling about the stuff around, we even climbed into unlocked church tower to see if it was Vitek&apos;s friend signing during the mass (hehe). Since we had real Czech guy to show us around, we ended up in a proper czech restaurant in the cellar. It was really authentic, with awesome food (Svichkova i think the dish was called) and czech beer. Great food was followed by a relaxing sauna and a night out in a local pub in the old post office. All the locals knew each other, so the atmosphere was totally different from one you could expect in a large town. Breaking stereotypes, we drank late harves wine at the bar instead of beer! We also dropped by another cell bar with really cool dj and some drink that involved seeting on fire a slice of orange.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The next day, Vitek showed us sweet sugar shop right across the street for breakfast. Honey cake (medovik) and chocolate balls (po4ti kartoshka) were amazing and cheap! While Vitek was busy with taxes, Wendy and I went sight seeing and shopping to a local mall. Upon return we hit local aqua center for some swimming and sauning. They had an area outdoors to relax after the sauna, which was extremely relaxing. Hehe, Hradec Kralove was the cleanest city on our jouney (two saunas in two days). &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The afternoon came which meant that it was time for us girls to move on to Poland. We were sad to leave wonderful Hradec Kralove and Vitek, but great adventures laid ahead:) Here is the only picture we took with Vitek just before the train took off.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href=&quot;http://picasaweb.google.com/whiteredwhite/CzechMeOutMar303107/photo#5054503566660113266&quot;&gt;&lt;img src=&quot;http://lh4.google.com/image/whiteredwhite/RiU0Nsa4k3I/AAAAAAAABUE/sMpgfDpwn_U/s400/DSCF1543.JPG&quot; /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;</description>
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  <pubDate>Sun, 15 Apr 2007 20:20:30 GMT</pubDate>
  <title>All the wonderers shall return some day</title>
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  <description>I am back from the travels. There is waaay too much to write about, so I will try to tackle it in parts in pieces. For now, I can tell you that the ship is docked and all is safe. The picture count is around 500, so get ready!</description>
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  <pubDate>Wed, 28 Mar 2007 21:28:50 GMT</pubDate>
  <title>Easter Break Announcement</title>
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  <description>Attention, Attention:&lt;br /&gt;The longest trip ever is starting tomorrow. I will be back in two and a half weeks of constant travelling, sleeping on the buses, trains, and ferries, experiencing soft early spring and strong winter, seeing sights in cities and countryside. I will even see my grandma for the first time since 4 years ago. Finally, after trying polish perogies and finnish sauna I will come back home to Lund (yes Lund is home!) absolutely exhausted, broke, but hopefully completely satisfied!</description>
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  <pubDate>Sun, 25 Mar 2007 12:12:54 GMT</pubDate>
  <title>Irishmen in Göteborg</title>
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  <description>St. Patty&apos;s weekend was coming up fast. While a bunch of people decided to head of to Dublin to see some real celebrations, I decided to go to Göteborg. Thanks to the Canadian flag on my backpack (courtesy of my sis) I met a girl from Vancouver who also wanted to go to Göteborg! Ta-duh, said-done, on the train we are. The random trip has begun and indeed it was random, loosely planned and tons of fun. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First off, we had to switch the trains part way. The first train pulled into the station late and they were announcing that our connection train is still waiting on the platform 4b (I understood that in SwedisH!). But which way is it to platform 4b? We run to the right... no, turn to the left, run to the end of the train, no again, it was at the right, we run the whole length of the train again where we see that our first train is about to start moving and cut us of from the connection train! The rail worker yells:  -Göteborg? -Ja!! -Springer, Springer! (Run, Run). The moment we cross the rails and hop on to our new train we are moving! Wo-hoo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Göteborg is the second biggest city in Sweden with under half a million population. It is a port city and back in the day it was designed by Dutch engineers to be one of the central ports of Europe. The city is build on the clay bed, so none of the really old building are higher than 3 storeys. It actually suited the king Adolf Gustav II at the time because he knew his enemies couldn&apos;t get some of the cannons close to the city because of the geology. Despite the clay bed, there are rock outcrops everywhere. The city engineers build on, next and in the rock. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The next two random things we see are a building beeing demolished right next to the central station and a protest demonstration marching down the street.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href=&quot;http://picasaweb.google.com/whiteredwhite/GTeborgMar171807/photo#5044293385698581714&quot;&gt;&lt;img src=&quot;http://lh6.google.com/image/whiteredwhite/RgDuG8VqnNI/AAAAAAAABC4/CwlFUinYnVY/s400/DSCF1376.JPG&quot; /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href=&quot;http://picasaweb.google.com/whiteredwhite/GTeborgMar171807/photo#5044293389993549026&quot;&gt;&lt;img src=&quot;http://lh3.google.com/image/whiteredwhite/RgDuHMVqnOI/AAAAAAAABDA/SVdo3673xNo/s400/DSCF1381.JPG&quot; /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When Katty and I got the hostel we booked to check in, it turned out we didn&apos;t really book it and the hostel was full. The kind lady on the phone referred us to a hotel where the cheapest room was 700 SEK (while the bed in the hostel was 130 SEK). Since we didn&apos;t have the place to sleep and another hostel didn&apos;t open reception for the next few hours, we did the next logical thing: we went to the islands of course. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Archipelago consists of 5 or 6 bigger islands where people live. They pretty much don&apos;t have cars on the islands, so the modes of transportation are bikes and scooters! These scooters are cool, see for yourself: &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href=&quot;http://picasaweb.google.com/whiteredwhite/GTeborgMar171807/photo#5044293471597927874&quot;&gt;&lt;img src=&quot;http://lh6.google.com/image/whiteredwhite/RgDuL8VqncI/AAAAAAAABEw/EqdsmAV1xok/s400/DSCF1403.JPG&quot; /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The archipelago was absolutely gorgeous: rocky islands in the sun with windmills in the landscape, birds soaring parallel to the boat, the wind blowing in your face and this connection to nature feeling overwhelming you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href=&quot;http://picasaweb.google.com/whiteredwhite/GTeborgMar171807/photo#5044293454418058642&quot;&gt;&lt;img src=&quot;http://lh6.google.com/image/whiteredwhite/RgDuK8VqnZI/AAAAAAAABEY/13w4akY1MgA/s400/DSCF1397.JPG&quot; /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We hiked around the islands, crossing a bridge to the next island. Another random thing I saw from the bridge was this bike:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href=&quot;http://picasaweb.google.com/whiteredwhite/GTeborgMar171807/photo#5044293776540606002&quot;&gt;&lt;img src=&quot;http://lh5.google.com/image/whiteredwhite/RgDudsVqnjI/AAAAAAAABFo/VaXZGAKEn40/s400/DSCF1413.JPG&quot; /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Back in town we found a really clean hostel, took a nap and headed out for the St. Patty&apos;s day! What is the best place to be for St. Patty&apos;s? Well, Dublin, but if you can&apos;t go to Dublin you can go to Dubliner! There we got the beer, the green tatoos, the lepricons dressed in green and Irish guys of course. Well they were a little creepy I must say, but it was fun:) We stole a hat from them for the picture:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href=&quot;http://picasaweb.google.com/whiteredwhite/GTeborgMar171807/photo#5044293913979559714&quot;&gt;&lt;img src=&quot;http://lh5.google.com/image/whiteredwhite/RgDulsVqnyI/AAAAAAAABHg/hesy3UyjF2A/s400/DSCF1440.JPG&quot; /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href=&quot;http://picasaweb.google.com/whiteredwhite/GTeborgMar171807/photo#5044293956929232770&quot;&gt;&lt;img src=&quot;http://lh3.google.com/image/whiteredwhite/RgDuoMVqn4I/AAAAAAAABIU/0g_2XERDfE4/s400/DSCF1448.JPG&quot; /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What a great night it was!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Day 2 wasn&apos;t so exciting, but it was just as  nice and relaxed. We toured the city for a little bit, rode the tram around to see areas outside of the city and had some tea and cake in a little cafe. The weather changes increadibly fast there. In the span of an hour it turned from sun to hail to snow to rain to sun again:&lt;br /&gt;Sun&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href=&quot;http://picasaweb.google.com/whiteredwhite/GTeborgMar171807/photo#5044293999878905842&quot;&gt;&lt;img src=&quot;http://lh5.google.com/image/whiteredwhite/RgDuqsVqn_I/AAAAAAAABJM/_7N7QVKIbME/s400/DSCF1456.JPG&quot; /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hail/Snow&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href=&quot;http://picasaweb.google.com/whiteredwhite/GTeborgMar171807/photo#5044294008468840450&quot;&gt;&lt;img src=&quot;http://lh3.google.com/image/whiteredwhite/RgDurMVqoAI/AAAAAAAABJU/rG95N0pIJqQ/s400/DSCF1459.JPG&quot; /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was less than 10 minutes between these two pictures!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here is one last random thing for you, if you know what that is TELL ME!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href=&quot;http://picasaweb.google.com/whiteredwhite/GTeborgMar171807/photo#5044294077188317346&quot;&gt;&lt;img src=&quot;http://lh3.google.com/image/whiteredwhite/RgDuvMVqoKI/AAAAAAAABKk/bXlMf_p6eX0/s400/DSCF1476.JPG&quot; /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;</description>
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  <pubDate>Fri, 16 Mar 2007 11:36:31 GMT</pubDate>
  <title>Crush and Sail or Team Pepino in Oslo</title>
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  <description>Condensed contents of the post:  &lt;br /&gt;-where is the blood coming from?&lt;br /&gt; -ouch it&apos;s expensive&lt;br /&gt; -uh-oh, they are slow, will we make the bus?&lt;br /&gt; -free tea!&lt;br /&gt; -what&apos;s moving? my feet or the floor? am i drunk?&lt;br /&gt; -is scream on display?&lt;br /&gt; -where is the ramp?&lt;br /&gt; -wow, that guy is juggling the babies&lt;br /&gt; -kon-tiki and Ra-II&lt;br /&gt; -would the ferry leave without us?&lt;br /&gt; -seas are getting rough&lt;br /&gt; -but we still go dancing!&lt;br /&gt; -home&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align=&quot;center&quot;&gt;&lt;div align=&quot;left&quot;&gt;    &lt;a name=&quot;cutid1&quot;&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class=&quot;ljcut&quot; text=&quot;Friday was peaceful and full of excitement for the trip&quot;&gt;&lt;a name=&quot;cutid2&quot;&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class=&quot;ljcut&quot; text=&quot;Friday morning started peaceful and full of ecitement&quot;&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;a href=&quot;http://bulbashka.livejournal.com/6221.html#cutid1&quot;&gt;Friday was peaceful and full of excitement for the trip&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;The shuttle bus to Copenhagen wasn&apos;t leaving till half past two and i had an assignment to work on at school. Half past eleven I head down to school with all my stuff (and most of it was food for the trip!). 200 m away from my destination point, i take a turn, skid on the wet coarse sand (for Amy: medium to coarse, well graded) and my first thought on the ground is &quot;oh shit, my glasses are broken&quot;. Then I realize the blood is dripping from my face and my snow white jacket is yucky grayish red colour:) So there i am, dripping blood, with broken glasses, realizing i shouldn&apos;t go work on my assignment now... then Sylvester comes along (great name for a guy helping you after a fall) and announces that I need to go to the hospital to get stitches. Remember, the shuttle bus to Copenhagen leaves in 3 hours. I&apos;m so glad and thankful that Gabrielle could come along with me to the hospital and take care of a few things for me. It&apos;s actually pretty hard to find an emergency room at the hospital... and then guess where they ended up stitching me up? In Ear, Throat and Nose building... my cut was in my eyebrow. This is how beautiful I looked while at the hospital:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align=&quot;center&quot;&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;a href=&quot;http://picasaweb.google.com/whiteredwhite/OsloMar91107/photo#5041896798589381618&quot;&gt;&lt;img alt=&quot;&quot; src=&quot;http://lh6.google.com/image/whiteredwhite/RfhqbNoZa_I/AAAAAAAAA4g/TI7zzZOVEcw/s288/DSCF1213.JPG&quot; /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: center;&quot;&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: center;&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a name=&quot;cutid3&quot;&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align=&quot;left&quot;&gt;&lt;a name=&quot;cutid4&quot;&gt;&lt;/a&gt;About an hour and a half was left till the bus and none of the 5 people in the waiting room in front of me were called and I already paid money for my medical services (man it&apos;s expensive here!). Next 15 minutes were spent in efforts to catch the nurses and success, they found me a doctor ahead of the line up. Without asking me if i was allergic to anything, he gave me local anaesthetic and stitched me up in no time. Well, I was glad to be on the way to Oslo now!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a name=&quot;cutid5&quot;&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align=&quot;left&quot;&gt;&lt;a name=&quot;cutid6&quot;&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Gabrielle and I made it to the bus to realize the other two travelmates weren&apos;t there yet and the bus driver was already checking the tickets! All-in-all it worked out fine, both Lalo and Wendy showed up shortly and we were quite pleased of free tea and coffee on board of the free shuttle (I like free). We drove across the Oresund bridge, and this time I saw everything, the suspension cables the bridge itself, the support towers, everything that makes the Oresund bridge itself. The bus peacefully crossed the city of Copenhagen (the place of recent riots) and brought us to the ferry, The Pearl of Scandinavia it was called.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a name=&quot;cutid7&quot;&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align=&quot;center&quot;&gt;&lt;a href=&quot;http://picasaweb.google.com/whiteredwhite/OsloMar91107/photo#5041896824359185426&quot;&gt;&lt;img alt=&quot;&quot; src=&quot;http://lh4.google.com/image/whiteredwhite/RfhqctoZbBI/AAAAAAAAA4w/W-Li8l3O7vc/s288/DSCF1216.JPG&quot; /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align=&quot;left&quot;&gt;For some reason, I imagined the cheapest cabins to be in the very bottom of the ship. It was probably Titanic influence. Our cabin was on the 9th deck (out of 11). Slightly bigger than a train compartment with bunk beds, it was a decent place for a 16 hour journey. The beds were fantastically comfortable too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href=&quot;http://picasaweb.google.com/whiteredwhite/OsloMar91107/photo#5041896841539054642&quot;&gt;&lt;img alt=&quot;&quot; src=&quot;http://lh4.google.com/image/whiteredwhite/RfhqdtoZbDI/AAAAAAAAA5A/3m5OSmJbRnE/s288/DSCF1218.JPG&quot; /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;br /&gt;While Lalo was catching up on his sleep, us girls went exploring the ship and of course making sailor hats! I knew Origami would come in handy one day.&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;a href=&quot;http://picasaweb.google.com/whiteredwhite/OsloMar91107/photo#5041897026222648530&quot;&gt;&lt;img alt=&quot;&quot; src=&quot;http://lh3.google.com/image/whiteredwhite/RfhqodoZbNI/AAAAAAAABCw/Qwjul5TFLa0/s288/DSCF1237.JPG&quot; /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: center;&quot;&gt;&lt;div align=&quot;left&quot;&gt;Duty free shop was the most popular place on the ship by far! Both children and adults were in the mood to buy, buy, buy... An item that surprised me the most was a keychain with an americal flag on a baby shoe (I mean we were on a ferry from Denmark to Norway!).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align=&quot;left&quot;&gt;Later on in the night, Deck 7 became the focal point of all the young people&apos;s existance (if they weren&apos;t too drunk to leave their cabin). Club Force 7 was playing decent music all night long and dancing on a rocking ship is sooo much fun! It totally adds to your drunkeness and give s a reason to randomly bump into people. There were some other students from Lund on the ferry as well as a group of international students from Copenhagen. With all the good times, we stayed up pretty late. Surprisingly, 4 hour sleep on a rocking boat was really refreshing and we all woke up ready to explore Oslo at a good pace. We only had 8 hours there!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align=&quot;center&quot;&gt;&lt;a href=&quot;http://picasaweb.google.com/whiteredwhite/OsloMar91107/photo#5041898297532968258&quot;&gt;&lt;img alt=&quot;&quot; src=&quot;http://lh3.google.com/image/whiteredwhite/RfhrydoZbUI/AAAAAAAAA7I/WvwHKqDAMFE/s288/DSCF1259.JPG&quot; /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: left;&quot;&gt;At the tourist information center they told us that Munch&apos;s Scream wasn&apos;t on display as it is still recovering from being stolen a few years back. We wondered around downtown where there are some slightly creepy manekens&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align=&quot;center&quot;&gt;&lt;div align=&quot;left&quot;&gt;&lt;a href=&quot;http://picasaweb.google.com/whiteredwhite/OsloMar91107/photo#5041898572410875378&quot;&gt;&lt;img alt=&quot;&quot; src=&quot;http://lh3.google.com/image/whiteredwhite/RfhsCdoZbfI/AAAAAAAAA9o/8c_MCNKr6f0/s288/DSCF1280.JPG&quot; /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;saw the Cathedral, the Parliament and the Roayl Palace with cute guards!&lt;a href=&quot;http://picasaweb.google.com/whiteredwhite/OsloMar91107/photo#5041898984727736018&quot;&gt;&lt;img alt=&quot;&quot; src=&quot;http://lh3.google.com/image/whiteredwhite/RfhsadoZbtI/AAAAAAAAA-8/w5wOCyVU8Nk/s288/DSCF1302.JPG&quot; /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align=&quot;left&quot;&gt;This little square by the University was a clear sign of spring! The fontain was running and people doing tai-chi!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href=&quot;http://picasaweb.google.com/whiteredwhite/OsloMar91107/photo#5041898933188128354&quot;&gt;&lt;img alt=&quot;&quot; src=&quot;http://lh3.google.com/image/whiteredwhite/RfhsXdoZbmI/AAAAAAAAA-E/ekwvj-f7atQ/s288/DSCF1291.JPG&quot; /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href=&quot;http://picasaweb.google.com/whiteredwhite/OsloMar91107/photo#5041898946073030274&quot;&gt;&lt;img alt=&quot;&quot; src=&quot;http://lh6.google.com/image/whiteredwhite/RfhsYNoZboI/AAAAAAAAA-U/FUpoak8kU7c/s288/DSCF1294.JPG&quot; /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align=&quot;left&quot;&gt;Next stops were historical museum and museum of architecture.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href=&quot;http://picasaweb.google.com/whiteredwhite/OsloMar91107/photo#5041899001907605266&quot;&gt;&lt;img alt=&quot;&quot; src=&quot;http://lh3.google.com/image/whiteredwhite/RfhsbdoZbxI/AAAAAAAAA_c/CTDjPnkSSfI/s288/DSCF1309.JPG&quot; /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: left;&quot;&gt;The entire exhibition in history museum had no pictures/images/statues/hints of vikings in hats with horns. It got me and Wendy concerned if helmets with horns are a totally tourist trap? Anyone knows?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: left;&quot;&gt;We moved on to another famous place in Oslo called Vigeland park which holds around 200 statues of bronze and stone by Gustav Vigeland. The general theme is body interactions. &lt;a href=&quot;http://picasaweb.google.com/whiteredwhite/OsloMar91107/photo#5041899285375446946&quot;&gt;&lt;img alt=&quot;&quot; src=&quot;http://lh5.google.com/image/whiteredwhite/Rfhsr9oZb6I/AAAAAAAABAk/sg8Bfksq2-o/s288/DSCF1325.JPG&quot; /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;br /&gt;Unfortunately, I didn&apos;t get too many pictures from the park, but I was amazed at how different the approach was to the human figure. Non of the statues was thin or fat, everyone was truly scandinavian wide built with a range of emotions from statue to statue. There were old and adults and kids. The centerpiece of the park is a tall stone carve statue of many bodies piled on top of each other. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: center;&quot;&gt;&lt;img alt=&quot;&quot; src=&quot;http://www.fortunecity.com/westwood/arch/769/Vigeland/monolith.jpg&quot; /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: left;&quot;&gt;The last and mandatory stop on our way was Kon-Tiki museum dedicated to Norwegian archaelogist and traveller Thor Heyerdal. He travelled around in different boats and rafts trying to prove that ancient naval designs were good enough to allow for oceanic crossings. Raft Kon-Tiki was made out of Basla wood. Thor travelled between Polyneisia and South America on this raft.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;img alt=&quot;&quot; src=&quot;http://lh6.google.com/image/whiteredwhite/RfhstNoZb-I/AAAAAAAABBE/3kJZ54QvVGY/s288/DSCF1332.JPG&quot; /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: left;&quot;&gt;Ra-I and Ra-II were reed boats that Thor used to try to cross Atlantic ocean. Ra-I proved to be not well built, while Ra-II made and it is on display in the museum:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: center;&quot;&gt;&lt;a href=&quot;http://picasaweb.google.com/whiteredwhite/OsloMar91107/photo#5041899319735185426&quot;&gt;&lt;img alt=&quot;&quot; src=&quot;http://lh5.google.com/image/whiteredwhite/Rfhst9oZcBI/AAAAAAAABBc/H4tyVTwTYmo/s288/DSCF1345.JPG&quot; style=&quot;width: 296px; height: 224px;&quot; /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align=&quot;center&quot;&gt;&lt;div align=&quot;left&quot;&gt;The Tigris was another reed boat sailing through Indian ocean. The model of it is in the museum as well:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href=&quot;http://picasaweb.google.com/whiteredwhite/OsloMar91107/photo#5041899293965381570&quot;&gt;&lt;img alt=&quot;&quot; src=&quot;http://lh3.google.com/image/whiteredwhite/RfhssdoZb8I/AAAAAAAABA0/qcQSCwF-jZo/s288/DSCF1328.JPG&quot; /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: left;&quot;&gt;The boat was deliberatly set on fire as protests to the war situation around Red Sea.Thor Heyerdal was also an active environmental advocate conducting monitoring of the oceans on his trips. They kept founding chunks of oil floating. He also advocated for people from different cultures to work together, hence many of his travels included people from 5-10 countries including Yuri Senkevich from Soviet Union. Heyerdal&apos;s other big project included Easter Island history. His team worked on ways how Moais where moved and erected.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: center;&quot;&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;a href=&quot;http://picasaweb.google.com/whiteredwhite/OsloMar91107/photo#5041899392749629506&quot;&gt;&lt;img alt=&quot;&quot; src=&quot;http://lh6.google.com/image/whiteredwhite/RfhsyNoZcEI/AAAAAAAABB0/WFQu98OL51c/s288/DSCF1350.JPG&quot; /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: left;&quot;&gt;I was really excited to see Kon-Tiki museum and it didn&apos;t dissapoint me: short and sweet. We made back on the ferry right in time. On the way back we watched the fjords pass us by as we pulled out in to the open waters. We saw the ski jumping ramp that Lalo was so excited about once again. I guess there is no ski jumping in Chilie:)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;a href=&quot;http://picasaweb.google.com/whiteredwhite/OsloMar91107/photo#5041899409929498738&quot;&gt;&lt;img alt=&quot;&quot; src=&quot;http://lh6.google.com/image/whiteredwhite/RfhszNoZcHI/AAAAAAAABCM/OLTnMBRemiQ/s400/DSCF1353.JPG&quot; /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: left;&quot;&gt;Can you see the little ramp in the picture?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The sea was rougher this time around. While my stomach could take anything, Wendy, Gabrielle and Lalo didn&apos;t feel so good. But we still went dancing on the ship, yes, we are troopers:) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Next stop: Goteborg tomorrow! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align=&quot;center&quot;&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align=&quot;left&quot;&gt;Swedish word of the day: &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align=&quot;left&quot;&gt;Jul-Christmas&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align=&quot;left&quot;&gt;Tomte- house gnome/troll (Domovoj!)&lt;br /&gt;Jultomte - Swedish Santa!!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description>
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  <pubDate>Wed, 07 Mar 2007 23:55:17 GMT</pubDate>
  <title>International Women&apos;s Day</title>
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  <description>Happy March 8th to all you ladies!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src=&quot;http://www.popvision.com/agenzia-offerte-viaggio/lowcost-aggiornato/images/bouquet-mimose.jpg&quot; alt=&quot;&quot; /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wishing lots of love, respect and good will.</description>
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  <pubDate>Tue, 06 Mar 2007 20:39:06 GMT</pubDate>
  <title>Swedish word of the day - Special Edition</title>
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  <description>This is something my teacher promised us will NOT be on the exam:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Full - drunk (of course you are full if you are drunk)&lt;br /&gt;Packad - wasted (pretty much packed)&lt;br /&gt;guess what &apos;Aspackad&apos; means, it is &apos;wasted to the point of passing out&apos; (asspacked!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and the best one is:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bakfull = back+drunk  = hangover</description>
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  <pubDate>Sun, 04 Mar 2007 23:14:25 GMT</pubDate>
  <title>Biking in the countryside</title>
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  <description>Today was one of the most beautiful and inspiring days I had in Sweden so far. The sun was bright and even a little bit warm, the flowers started to bloom, the air was fresh and sometimes had the familiar Waterloo smell, little ponies were enjoying the sun as much as any of us and the bike ride was very enjoyable. Believe it or not, there are nice two lane bike paths parallel to the rural highways. It is so nice to bike on a nice flat and straight paths not worrying about the car behind you. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The bike ride to the little town of Dalby lies through the suburbs of Lund (or maybe small villages next to Lund) and some farmers&apos; fields. The openness of the fields was very refreshing making you want to go as fast you can, then take your feet of the pedals and sing or scream or laugh:)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We passed this horse on the way to Dalby:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table style=&quot;width:auto;&quot;&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;a href=&quot;http://picasaweb.google.com/whiteredwhite/DalbyMar407/photo#5038201046637687154&quot;&gt;&lt;img src=&quot;http://lh3.google.com/image/whiteredwhite/RetJKIvXMXI/AAAAAAAAA0s/PW39TNJKLzI/s288/DSCF1188.JPG&quot;&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style=&quot;font-family:arial,sans-serif; font-size:66%; text-align:right&quot;&gt;From &lt;a href=&quot;http://picasaweb.google.com/whiteredwhite/DalbyMar407&quot;&gt;Dalby (Mar 4,07)&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A little bit up the hill from the horse is the town that was founded probably a thousand years ago. The church was built in 1060 and later made a residence for a Danish King.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table style=&quot;width:auto;&quot;&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;a href=&quot;http://picasaweb.google.com/whiteredwhite/DalbyMar407/photo#5038201080997425602&quot;&gt;&lt;img src=&quot;http://lh3.google.com/image/whiteredwhite/RetJMIvXMcI/AAAAAAAAA1U/NXTP06E-6iQ/s288/DSCF1195.JPG&quot;&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style=&quot;font-family:arial,sans-serif; font-size:66%; text-align:right&quot;&gt;From &lt;a href=&quot;http://picasaweb.google.com/whiteredwhite/DalbyMar407&quot;&gt;Dalby (Mar 4,07)&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After a stroll in this old town and a break for ice-cream, we headed towards the old quarry that holds a popular summer picnic spot. Considering it is almost spring:&lt;table style=&quot;width:auto;&quot;&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;a href=&quot;http://picasaweb.google.com/whiteredwhite/DalbyMar407/photo#5038201068112523682&quot;&gt;&lt;img src=&quot;http://lh4.google.com/image/whiteredwhite/RetJLYvXMaI/AAAAAAAAA1E/F-WCJi2ukr8/s288/DSCF1192.JPG&quot;&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style=&quot;font-family:arial,sans-serif; font-size:66%; text-align:right&quot;&gt;From &lt;a href=&quot;http://picasaweb.google.com/whiteredwhite/DalbyMar407&quot;&gt;Dalby (Mar 4,07)&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt; the spot was really pretty and tranquil. The sun played its little game of reflection on a still water surface and geekishly it all made me think of why I study Environmental Engineering.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table style=&quot;width:auto;&quot;&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;a href=&quot;http://picasaweb.google.com/whiteredwhite/DalbyMar407/photo#5038201377350169218&quot;&gt;&lt;img src=&quot;http://lh4.google.com/image/whiteredwhite/RetJdYvXMoI/AAAAAAAAA20/wGtFzXjeYV8/s288/DSCF1208.JPG&quot;&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style=&quot;font-family:arial,sans-serif; font-size:66%; text-align:right&quot;&gt;From &lt;a href=&quot;http://picasaweb.google.com/whiteredwhite/DalbyMar407&quot;&gt;Dalby (Mar 4,07)&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thanks to the combination of weather, beatiful places and pleasant company of Lalo, this day will be well remembered.</description>
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  <pubDate>Sat, 03 Mar 2007 18:03:57 GMT</pubDate>
  <title>River Restoration Field Trip</title>
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  <description>My River Restoration course included this field trip around southern Sweden. We looked at some streams that have been restored one way or another. I&apos;ve uploaded the pictures:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;text-align:center;width:194px;font-family:arial,sans-serif;font-size:83%&quot;&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;height:194px;background:url(http://picasaweb.google.com/f/img/transparent_album_background.gif) no-repeat left&quot;&gt;&lt;a href=&quot;http://picasaweb.google.com/whiteredwhite/SkaneFieldTripMarch307&quot;&gt;&lt;img src=&quot;http://lh4.google.com/image/whiteredwhite/RemurIvXLrE/AAAAAAAAA0M/xipVdi_sOws/s160-c/SkaneFieldTripMarch307.jpg&quot; width=&quot;160&quot; height=&quot;160&quot; style=&quot;border:none;padding:0px;margin-top:16px;&quot;&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href=&quot;http://picasaweb.google.com/whiteredwhite/SkaneFieldTripMarch307&quot;&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;color:#4D4D4D;font-weight:bold;text-decoration:none;&quot;&gt;Skane Field Trip (March 3,07)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;color:#808080&quot;&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Read the captions, it tells the story.</description>
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  <pubDate>Fri, 02 Mar 2007 13:38:06 GMT</pubDate>
  <title>It&apos;s amazing what hands can do</title>
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  <description>I&apos;m not trying to promote VW, just the great ideas:&lt;br /&gt;
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  <pubDate>Wed, 28 Feb 2007 21:00:56 GMT</pubDate>
  <title>More pictures</title>
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  <description>Some pictures from Katie&apos;s and Mina&apos;s albums are now uploaded. Here are a few of them here:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table style=&quot;width:auto;&quot;&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;a href=&quot;http://picasaweb.google.com/whiteredwhite/MoreHelsingborgAndCopenhagenFeb222507/photo#5036685892862365218&quot;&gt;&lt;img src=&quot;http://lh4.google.com/image/whiteredwhite/ReXnIlFITiI/AAAAAAAAAoQ/YO-6hST8mv8/s288/DSCN4117.jpg&quot;&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style=&quot;font-family:arial,sans-serif; font-size:66%; text-align:right&quot;&gt;From &lt;a href=&quot;http://picasaweb.google.com/whiteredwhite/MoreHelsingborgAndCopenhagenFeb222507&quot;&gt;More Helsingb...&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Katie found a new friend at the bar in Lund. Wohoo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table style=&quot;width:auto;&quot;&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;a href=&quot;http://picasaweb.google.com/whiteredwhite/MoreHelsingborgAndCopenhagenFeb222507/photo#5036685901452299858&quot;&gt;&lt;img src=&quot;http://lh6.google.com/image/whiteredwhite/ReXnJFFITlI/AAAAAAAAAoo/iGJCMox2XJw/s288/DSCN4128.jpg&quot;&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style=&quot;font-family:arial,sans-serif; font-size:66%; text-align:right&quot;&gt;From &lt;a href=&quot;http://picasaweb.google.com/whiteredwhite/MoreHelsingborgAndCopenhagenFeb222507&quot;&gt;More Helsingb...&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And more of the canal along which Andersen lived. It&apos;s very cute and must be so much cuter in the summer!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table style=&quot;width:auto;&quot;&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;a href=&quot;http://picasaweb.google.com/whiteredwhite/MoreHelsingborgAndCopenhagenFeb222507/photo#5036685927222103746&quot;&gt;&lt;img src=&quot;http://lh4.google.com/image/whiteredwhite/ReXnKlFITsI/AAAAAAAAApg/-HQRQCDf8-8/s288/DSCN4184.jpg&quot;&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style=&quot;font-family:arial,sans-serif; font-size:66%; text-align:right&quot;&gt;From &lt;a href=&quot;http://picasaweb.google.com/whiteredwhite/MoreHelsingborgAndCopenhagenFeb222507&quot;&gt;More Helsingb...&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is Royal Danish Library. Of course, it was closed on Sunday, as the whole world closes down on Sunday. I imagine the library contains a lot of great antique books that you need to wear gloves to read them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Btw, clicking on the picture takes you to the album.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Swedish word of the day: gift (pronounced &apos;jift&quot;) which means both &apos;married&apos; and &apos;poison&apos;</description>
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  <description>My Swedish teacher Lena was telling us today the proper use of Ni (plural you, like vous in french). It turns out, not so long ago, Ni was used to talk down to people instead of showing respect. Nowadays, young people that learn english and french and spanish assume that Ni must be a respectful way of addressing old people. This turned the whole meaning around.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Also, these days Swedes don&apos;t use the words for Miss and Mister or Senior and Seniorita (it&apos;s Herr and Fru). Through the conscious effort of making the society equal, Herr and Fru are history now and Du (you) is used to address anyone and everyone. Teachers and professors are addressed by their first names, even in the emails.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Swedish word of the day: grönsak = green thing = vegetable</description>
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  <pubDate>Mon, 26 Feb 2007 17:46:19 GMT</pubDate>
  <title>Katie&apos;s visit</title>
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  <description>Katie and Mina came from Hamburg to visit me. We went to Helsingbor (a small port town about half an hour north of Lund) on Friday followed by two days in Copenhagen on Saturday and Sunday. Since I&apos;ve been to Copenhagen before, I got super lazy and didn&apos;t take any pictures while there. Both Katie and Mina took a lot, so I hope I can just steal the pics from them. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I&apos;ve added pictures:&lt;br /&gt;-from my first big trip to Copenhgen two weeks ago&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table style=&quot;width: auto;&quot;&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;a href=&quot;http://picasaweb.google.com/whiteredwhite/CopenhagenFeb1007/photo#5035885611606101074&quot;&gt;&lt;img src=&quot;http://lh4.google.com/image/whiteredwhite/ReMPSFFITFI/AAAAAAAAAgU/ErFcn5qzdD0/s288/DSCF1047.JPG&quot; alt=&quot;&quot; /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style=&quot;font-family: arial,sans-serif; font-size: 66%; text-align: right;&quot;&gt;From &lt;a href=&quot;http://picasaweb.google.com/whiteredwhite/CopenhagenFeb1007&quot;&gt;Copenhagen Fe...&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-pictures of wintery Lund &lt;br /&gt;&lt;table style=&quot;width: auto;&quot;&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;a href=&quot;http://picasaweb.google.com/whiteredwhite/SnowyLundFeb2207/photo#5035881235034425810&quot;&gt;&lt;img src=&quot;http://lh5.google.com/image/whiteredwhite/ReMLTVFISdI/AAAAAAAAAbc/n-lFA3WZ-YY/s288/DSCF1084.JPG&quot; alt=&quot;&quot; /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style=&quot;font-family: arial,sans-serif; font-size: 66%; text-align: right;&quot;&gt;From &lt;a href=&quot;http://picasaweb.google.com/whiteredwhite/SnowyLundFeb2207&quot;&gt;Snowy Lund (F...&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-and the Helsingbor trip.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table style=&quot;width: auto;&quot;&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;a href=&quot;http://picasaweb.google.com/whiteredwhite/HelsinborgFeb2407/photo#5035881823444945634&quot;&gt;&lt;img src=&quot;http://lh6.google.com/image/whiteredwhite/ReML1lFISuI/AAAAAAAAAdg/_Wdrst9AQFU/s288/DSCF1103.JPG&quot; alt=&quot;&quot; /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style=&quot;font-family: arial,sans-serif; font-size: 66%; text-align: right;&quot;&gt;From &lt;a href=&quot;http://picasaweb.google.com/whiteredwhite/HelsinborgFeb2407&quot;&gt;Helsinborg (F...&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table style=&quot;width: auto;&quot;&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;a href=&quot;http://picasaweb.google.com/whiteredwhite/HelsinborgFeb2407/photo#5035881797675141778&quot;&gt;&lt;img src=&quot;http://lh4.google.com/image/whiteredwhite/ReML0FFISpI/AAAAAAAAAc4/WBIrmWQ_RFQ/s288/DSCF1096.JPG&quot; alt=&quot;&quot; /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style=&quot;font-family: arial,sans-serif; font-size: 66%; text-align: right;&quot;&gt;From &lt;a href=&quot;http://picasaweb.google.com/whiteredwhite/HelsinborgFeb2407&quot;&gt;Helsinborg (F...&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I&apos;ve also added some pics from the Pink party (Random album)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table style=&quot;width: auto;&quot;&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;a href=&quot;http://picasaweb.google.com/whiteredwhite/Random/photo#5035883511367093122&quot;&gt;&lt;img src=&quot;http://lh3.google.com/image/whiteredwhite/ReMNX1FIS4I/AAAAAAAAAew/HVuloHcQ8HM/s288/DSCF1077.JPG&quot; alt=&quot;&quot; /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style=&quot;font-family: arial,sans-serif; font-size: 66%; text-align: right;&quot;&gt;From &lt;a href=&quot;http://picasaweb.google.com/whiteredwhite/Random&quot;&gt;Random&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and from the Catherdral (Dom Kyrka album).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table style=&quot;width: auto;&quot;&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;a href=&quot;http://picasaweb.google.com/whiteredwhite/DomKyrkaAkaCathedral/photo#5035881359588477538&quot;&gt;&lt;img src=&quot;http://lh6.google.com/image/whiteredwhite/ReMLalFISmI/AAAAAAAAAck/8Eu31TFu1v4/s288/DSCF1093.JPG&quot; alt=&quot;&quot; /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style=&quot;font-family: arial,sans-serif; font-size: 66%; text-align: right;&quot;&gt;From &lt;a href=&quot;http://picasaweb.google.com/whiteredwhite/DomKyrkaAkaCathedral&quot;&gt;Dom Kyrka aka...&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The weather didn&apos;t treat us too good. We were rained, snowed, and hailed on over the weekend. The smell in the hostel room in Copnehagen was full of aroma of socks drying on the heater. Despite that we had good time and saw a lot. First day in Copenhagen we walked along the main shopping street Strøget, followed it to the canal, visited the Royal Palace Square and Kastellet fort.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table style=&quot;width: auto;&quot;&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;a href=&quot;http://picasaweb.google.com/whiteredwhite/CopenhagenFeb1007/photo#5035885633080937634&quot;&gt;&lt;img src=&quot;http://lh5.google.com/image/whiteredwhite/ReMPTVFITKI/AAAAAAAAAg8/fiIr9MGDf4E/s288/DSCF1055.JPG&quot; alt=&quot;&quot; /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style=&quot;font-family: arial,sans-serif; font-size: 66%; text-align: right;&quot;&gt;From &lt;a href=&quot;http://picasaweb.google.com/whiteredwhite/CopenhagenFeb1007&quot;&gt;Copenhagen Fe...&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table style=&quot;width: auto;&quot;&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;a href=&quot;http://picasaweb.google.com/whiteredwhite/CopenhagenFeb1007/photo#5035885671735643394&quot;&gt;&lt;img src=&quot;http://lh6.google.com/image/whiteredwhite/ReMPVlFITQI/AAAAAAAAAhs/0CAbNXljkEI/s288/DSCF1063.JPG&quot; alt=&quot;&quot; /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style=&quot;font-family: arial,sans-serif; font-size: 66%; text-align: right;&quot;&gt;From &lt;a href=&quot;http://picasaweb.google.com/whiteredwhite/CopenhagenFeb1007&quot;&gt;Copenhagen Fe...&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Little mermaid waited for us at the end. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;table style=&quot;width: auto;&quot;&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;a href=&quot;http://picasaweb.google.com/whiteredwhite/CopenhagenFeb1007/photo#5035885693210479922&quot;&gt;&lt;img src=&quot;http://lh3.google.com/image/whiteredwhite/ReMPW1FITTI/AAAAAAAAAiE/Tj96DdoEKlY/s288/DSCF1066.JPG&quot; alt=&quot;&quot; /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style=&quot;font-family: arial,sans-serif; font-size: 66%; text-align: right;&quot;&gt;From &lt;a href=&quot;http://picasaweb.google.com/whiteredwhite/CopenhagenFeb1007&quot;&gt;Copenhagen Fe...&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We wondered around for a bit more, grabbed some dinner and headed back to the hostel to dry our socks! We decided to go clubbing at club Vega as we heard that it was a pretty good place. Oh man, hour in a half in the rain in  a line up with pushy people. Danes do not accept the idea of a line-up... in general..., even in the girls bathroom. I liked the music on one of the floors, but I don&apos;t think Katie or Mina did, so we ended up going home before 4 in the morning. Getting up at 9 the next morning was another challenge, but it paid off with free breakfast at the hostel:) We went to see the Parliament building and the Royal Library. It was unusual to see the whole city completely dead on a Sunday. Even the touristy parts were pretty empty and all the stores were closed. Next we visited Christiania - an alternative living style community. Their motto is &quot;say no to hard drugs&quot;. People live in old houses that are not centrally heated or anything. I think they pay no rent either. Piles of firewood and gas ballons were seen every where. Most of the buildings are colourfully decorated with anything from grafitti to some eastern patterns. Christiania is a place for artists and people with an alternative attitude to life; it&apos;s open to both single people and families. It must be a real nice place in the summer to listen to the music outdoors and to drink cheap drinks:) We finished off the day with a visit to the Erotica Museum. The ad said: Erotica, not porn. Believe me, there was some straight up porn there! hehe. Overall, it was pretty educational: I learnt that Casa Nova slept with his own daughter and fathered her child, that Charlie Chaplin was proud of his oversized genitals and that Cleopatra could please a hundred man in one night. On that note, we returned to the hostel to pick up my bag and head back home, while Katie and Mina stayed for another night.</description>
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  <pubDate>Wed, 21 Feb 2007 22:50:20 GMT</pubDate>
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  <description>A traditional swedish game &quot;Pig Throwing&quot; involves a viking throwing a pig up in the air. Depending on how the pig lands, you get points. This game would occupy vikings&apos; long and dark nights. Sometimes, the game would last for 6 days, especially if the pig is running away. Heh, that&apos;s real fun: throwing a running away pig in the dark. Nowadays, they have a miniature version of the game with pigs the size of thr dice.</description>
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  <pubDate>Wed, 21 Feb 2007 18:10:11 GMT</pubDate>
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  <description>One month ago on a Wednesday I came to Lund. This wonderful day was celebrated (not really) in Copenhagen by drinking hot chocolate made with steamed milk and pyramides of chocolate on a stick that you melt in your milk.</description>
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