Well - where to begin on this one! I travelled from Queenstown to Christchurch with some German friends who had been on my bus. Prior to this I spent an enjoyable few days working on a dairy farm down near Dunedin - the dollars earnt there certainly came in handy! Upon arrival in Christchurch it was decided amongst the group that we should all head to see a rugby match that evening. It was suggested that I (being the only person in the group who knew a bit about rugby) should point out how the game is played. Canterbury (the local side) easily beat Bay of Plenty in their ITM cup game (something like our FA cup football equivalent). An enjoyable night was had by all after some farewell drinks that evening. Then came the earthquake...
Blimey - what an event. I dont think Ive ever been quite so terrified in all my years. We were evacuated out of hostel amongst a whole lot confusion, wreckage and disbelief at what had just happened. The hostel I stayed in was one of the oldest buildings in central Christchurch - thank goodness for sturdy building design. Four hours later we retrieved our belongings and had to track down somewhere else to stay - whilst being vigilant of any aftershocks (of which there was lots). The centre of town had an eerie atmosphere as police cordoned off areas throughout the day and kept onlookers away. I was due to leave down on the Saturday but was stranded there for what seemed like a lifetime.
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