May, 2006


30
May 06

Lollerskates

The drama surrounding my life is entertaining at some points. And then there are times where things happen where it’s funny and yet I can’t laugh about it.

So let’s take this situation: there was this cute girl I wanted to date and we had a series of cool dates and I go out of town for a few days and I get back and am like “hey let’s go out again” and she says “oh btw I found some other dude sucks to be you lol.” So I get pissed.

Anyway, flash forward to present day. I get an email out of the blue saying “hey I need your help because you’re all smart and stuff” and I say, sure. Turns out that the other dude was cheating on her. Well, I can’t say that I didn’t get that vibe, but hey, who am I to judge and rain on someone’s naivete? And you have to admit that there’s a certain amount of chutzpah to ask me for help when you know that you shafted me in the past.

I guess this reemphasizes the fact that if women truly wanted nice, funny, smart, polite and respectful guys, I’d have women hanging off of me like pine cones.


30
May 06

To The Bitch in 4B on Saturday

So I was upgraded (yay) to First on the way out to California and sat in 4E, which is my lucky seat on the MD-80. This lady – let’s just call her The Bitch, brought her cat out in the middle of the flight from underneath the seat in front of her and started to play with it. I’m deathly allergic to cats, so this automatically explained why I was itchy as fuck and eating benadryl like it was candy. So I said, can you put the cat back since I’m allergic? She acted like I asked her to explain Quantum Mechanics and shot me this look like “I’m an idiot who ate paint chips growin up and lived under power lines.” Anyway, I ask the flight attendant (who was hot) and she talked to The Bitch and The Bitch’s solution was for me to move back to coach.

So – to The Bitch – thanks a fucking lot for making me ill as shit on the flight over and causing me to lose something valuable. I hope you get hit by a bus.


29
May 06

Memorial Day

It’s hard to not think about friends on Memorial Day who are serving. For me, there’s no false sentimentality today. I truly am grateful for the United States military, past and present, who put on a uniform and go into the field of battle so I can live a life where I don’t have to worry about danger. Our military throughout the world does a lot of good and deserves our thanks. Despite your opinions about Iraq, our servicemen and women deserve our gratitude.


24
May 06

Pizza Hut

I love Pizza Hut, but there is not one around me. Instead when I have the pizza munchies, I have to resort to Ranalli’s, which is not too bad but kinda sucks. There’s Gino’s East/Uno’s/Giordanos, which are Chicago staples but are soooo fucking good that I eat too much and my stomach hurts. Then there’s California Pizza Kitchen, which is an ok place to go if you don’t want real pizza. That leaves me with Pizza Hut, which rocks. But they don’t deliver because the nearest one is out in Bucktown or something.

Jokingly, I’ve made it an effort to go to Pizza Hut in foreign countries, mainly to be an ass and say “I’ve had Pizza Hut in 11 countries” like that’s a big accomplishment or something. So I decided to be an asshat and write a letter to Pizza Hut’s Corporate Headquarters in Dallas and see what happens.

Pizza Hut Corporate Office
14841 Dallas Parkway
Dallas, TX 75254

Dear Mr. Pizza Hut-

My name is Nick and I love Pizza Hut. For serious, Pizza Hut rocks. I’m not what you call a normal customer since there’s no Pizza Hut in my delivery area and I can’t get breadsticks or pizza regularly. Instead, I do a lot of international traveling, and think that I have eaten at Pizza Hut in something like 11 countries since 2003.

London, England
Zurich, Switzerland
Santiago, Chile
Bangkok, Thailand
Sydney, Australia
Shanghai, China
Paris, France
Gibraltar
Frankfurt, Germany
Brussels, Belgium
Toronto, Ontario, Canada

That’s Pizza Hut on 5 continents! Now, if you have a Pizza Hut somewhere in Africa, I would gladly go to test out their pizza. I ate pizza at a place in Arusha, Tanzania that said that they were “the best damn pizza in all of Africa” and they were downright liars. I mean, it was horrible. Like worse than Dominos and Papa John’s. It was atrocious. It made me appreciate your golden crust and sauce that much more.

The high point of my travel experience is when I get to pass through Dallas-Fort Worth’s airport so I can snack on a personal pan pizza and some breadsticks to munch on before I go on a metal tube for a few hours. As you probably know, DFW is not that fun of an airport but I have been known to intentionally route through DFW instead of taking a direct flight just to stop and get Pizza Hut (that, and flirt with the cute bartenders at the TGI Fridays in Terminal A).

My friends joke about me being a fan of Pizza Hut. Seriously, I am your #1 fan. “Nick, why are we going to Pizza Hut in China/Thailand/Australia when we can have local food?” they say, and then I tell them that I feel the need to make my stomach feel better by having some pizza and breadsticks. And so they go with me and we eat Pizza Hut and they say “Nick, I’m sorry I doubted you.” Seriously, this happened with my friend Eihab in Shanghai on May 4th. I turned him into a believer at how great Pizza Hut is.

I would like Pizza Hut’s help in finding all the countries where there’s a Pizza Hut, because, most likely, I will be in that country in the near future and would like to make sure that I add another country to my checklist. I will be going to Melbourne, Australia and Auckland, New Zealand in September so I would like to get two more foreign cities under my belt. The more exotic country is, the better. I will probably be going to India and the Middle East in the early part of 2007 so I would like to get that part of the world covered if you have a Pizza Hut there.

If you would like, I would gladly write about my experiences and tell you about how good your pizza is in foreign countries. I must say, that the Pizza Hut in Shanghai that I went to was quite nice and had a first rate staff and had some interesting and spicy pizza. I am not above shamelessly pimping myself out to Pizza Hut because I love Pizza Hut, kinda like that jerk Jared from Subway does, albeit without the air of snootiness that makes you want to punch him in the face.

Kind Regards,

Nick Hawkins
Pizza Hut Enthusiast

You can tell it’s a slow and boring week when I resort to writing weird letters to companies. I don’t know why I did it either.


22
May 06

A new camera lens…

calls for completely random photos!


19
May 06

Postcards!

By now you all should be receiving your postcards. I sent out 55 from China, so I hope everyone gets theirs. I’m pretty sure that this puts me at around 130ish for the year. That’s just crazy.


18
May 06

Memorial Day

Yay, I am off to San Francisco for some sightseeing and debauchery.


16
May 06

The Great Wall

The best part about tours in Asia is that invariably you get dragged to shops along the way under the guise about learning something and the end stop is the gift shop. The first stop on the day-long trip to the Great Wall at Simatai was a place that made vases and other jewelery. They were quite nice, but some were expensive as hell, upwards of $9k to $45k. Well, naturally being a man of meager means I had to take a pass at them. I mean, what the hell would I do with a vase that’s more than $10, let alone a piece of decoration that had no utility?

But I digress.

There are five major stops for the Great Wall outside of Beijing. Most people go to Badaling, so you can go visit the Ming Tombs on the way back. It’s the closest to the city, and the most touristy and crowded. We decided to go to Simatai, which is quieter, further away and on rougher terrain.

After a very good lunch, we took a cable car up from the parking lot and hiked about 20 minutes up stairs to get to the wall. My roboknee quit after about 2 minutes, so I gimped up the stairs. I kept remembering “pole, pole!” from Kilimanjaro but that didn’t help much when your knee felt like it was on fire.

I never imagined that I’d ever actually see the Great Wall in person. Growing up in BFE, Indiana, you sort of had to rely on National Geographic and the library to see the world. Now I was on the Great Wall, built by millions and will outlast me. It was humbling and yet very cool.

Oh, the Klingons. There were women who were helping pour tourists up the Great Wall, and would later ambush you to sell you various touristy things, like postcards, shirts and the like. The Klingons were pretty much on me since I was having a rough time. I felt boxed in, and having to negotiate rough terrain, it was a bitch. I managed to trip and roll my ankle and come down funny on my left knee because they would crowd you. I also managed to slip down stairs and come down hard on my right wrist and tore my pants. Fun times, I tell you.

On the way down, we found something called “The Flying Fox”, which involved being harnessed and slid down several hundred yards of zipline over a lake. It was quite fun and I was a bit frightened of ending up in the drink and trashing my camera gear. But it was quite fun and we made it down successfully.

I felt completely wiped because we did what amount to 4 hours of fun hiking over rough terrain that I wasn’t really prepared for. I was tired and wanted to nap before going out for the night. But our final stop was for the evening was at a Chinese Medicine center and we got an explanation of the science behind it. Apparently, after an 8 year program, practitioners of Chinese Medicine can feel your wrists with both hands and supposedly be able to diagnose what’s wrong with you. I was in perfect health, except for the fact that I’m overweight. I was floored. Stunned, I tell you. Stunned! And they wanted me to buy random pills for $73 a month that would allegedly take care of this. All sarcasm aside, I think they were able to get an idea of people’s issues through the art of the interview and asking leading questions. I don’t know much of the science behind it, but it was interesting to get an idea of what it meant.

We got back at the hotel around 8 and were wiped. The plan was to get cleaned up and head out for the evening, but I fell asleep on the bed while sorting out my camera gear and backing up photos. What an exhausting day…


15
May 06

Fun with Pandas

There were some things that we needed to get taken care of the morning of the 6th – our train tickets were being delivered at 10am and we needed to book the Great Wall tour the next morning. We decided on going to Simatai, which is perhaps the furthest one outside of Beijing of the 5 sections of wall but it’s going to have less tourists because of the distance and the terrain. But everything was taken care of in 10 minutes, and it took a huge weight off of me not having to worry about getting back to Shanghai.

I dragged Eihab to the Beijing Zoo because I *wanted* to see some Pandas. I was under the assumption that being in China, the pandas would totally kick ass. Well, again we were duped by maps of Beijing – after a 20 minute Subway ride, there was a 30 minute walk to the Zoo. It was jammed packed and chaotic.

The zoo itself was ok – it was amazing to see how shitty people treated the animals, including ignoring the “do not feed” signs. There was this poor bird who was trying to eat a cigarette butt and me trying to talk him out of it and fish it out of harm’s way. Well, the sight of a pudgy white guy yelling at a bird attracted a crowd, and some douches decided to feed this bird a hard boiled egg. Assholes.

After that, we went to the Summer Palace, where Emperor Qianlong had as his exclusive retreat. It was amazingly huge and tranquil and even with the sheer amount of people it was one of the most beautiful and relaxing sites you could imagine. I did take some pictures of the Summer Palace. I split it up into two rolls – 1 and 2, mainly because I was lazy and didn’t want to renumber photos. I could have spent the entire day there, but we were limited to a few hours. It was amazing and would be a great place to go and relax and have a picnic.

After that we made the run to go see the Chinese Acrobats. It’s interesting to note that the cheaper tickets are closer to the stage – we got the VIP tickets, which were US$13 cheaper than the normal tickets. It didn’t make sense, but it was weird to be in a theater where they sold The North Face knockoffs – really bad ones too – in the giftshop. The performance itself was quite amazing, and it was worth seeing.

To top off the evening, we stopped and got some Peking duck, which was quite good. It was very elaborate where we put the duck in pancakes and mixed it with various sauces. It was quite good. I also got to eat duck brain. The duck’s cooked head was split in half and placed on the table in a small plate. The brain itself tasted like a mushy pea, so it had no real taste to it. Still, it was very weird getting over the fact that I just ate duck brain.

At around 10, it was time to call it a day and restage for the Great Wall tomorrow. It was an all day tour, so we didn’t plan much other than just the tour itself.


14
May 06

Photos from China

Oh, my photos from China have been posted.

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