Sunday, 18 April 2010

Earthquake

The closest I've never been to an earthquake was on my second work trip to New Zealand. Irish and I decided to head out to the glaciers on the west coast and drive the awesome Arthur's Pass road between Christchurch and Greymouth - having done a week's hard grafting I hasten to add...

On the first night we stopped at Hokitika where they have an earthquake roughly every 100 hundred years. The night we stayed there was exactly 100 years since the last quake had hit. We both joked about being hit by one while we were in town.

A few days later, we got back to Christchurch only to discover that there'd been an earthquake in the UK on the night we'd been in Hokitika.

I was (sorry to admit this) slightly disappointed that I'd missed out...

That was - until I got to LA.

I was up late chatting one night - when suddenly everything starts to shake. It's the strangest feeling in the world hearing everything rattling and feeling the building moving about.

It was 2.2 on the Richter scale - so not that big - but I finally got to feel one...thankfully it wasn't the "big one" everyone is expecting. This was more like to a girl's guitar...

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