I had a day off today to try and rest my painfully overstressed calves and ankles after doing the Tongariro Alpine Crossing on Sunday. I was napping around lunchtime when I started dreaming about earthquakes. A phone call a short while later explained why.
Back in September I wrote about Christchurch dodging a bullet. It looks like the second shot had a better and more deadly aim:
65 dead in Christchurch quake
I would be amazed if that number doesn't go higher in the next little while. It has been a very sad and surreal afternoon and evening of news watching, seeing scenes normally only reported from overseas. Wellington is 200 or so miles away from Christchurch, but it was felt here, and I figure I felt it in my sleep, hence the dreaming.
Back in the winter of 2003, Fi and I passed through Christchurch on a holiday. Here is how the city's famous cathedral looked then:
It came through the September quake with minor damage, but here is how it looks now: