Feeling Sheepish

Groundhog day is very American, I've discovered. There was a brief blurb about it on the news (reminding me of the "holiday") which had everyone in the room furrowing their brows incomprehensibly.  I explained the tradition, which strangely seemed to confuse them more.  For some, the confusion went something like this:

You begin to see the problem.

Well, just a couple of days left and I'll be on that couple-of-days series of flights.  It does become a bit bothersome when one's travel exploits almost always mean trans-oceanic flights.  I always complain about them, but in the end, they usually aren't that big of a deal.

I've had a wonderful two last weeks in New Zealand.  Trond and I went to Wellington for a week for a gaming convention called, "Kapcon."  The ferry ride from Picton to Wellington took about 3 hours.  The way there was against the swells, so it lumbered a long a bit, but the way back was clear and fabulous and we basically surfed the whole way.

The way there

The way back

 It only has about 150 participants, but even so, it was a nice couple of days spent experimenting with new games.  The first one (and most memorable) is called, "Fiasco."  There are very little materials involved in the game.  Everyone sits in a circle at a table and has a piece of scrap paper between each person.  Using dice (an a manual for reading the rolls), you define things (relationships, locations, objects, etc) between each pair of people before the game starts.  The game portion is more like performing mock "scenes" as you try to reach the goals of your defined character.

What made this game particularly hilarious was the theme: Harry Potter.  We decided to be second-generation characters.  I played, "Morag Malfoy" who was a Slytherin, but not evil.  She had daddy issues (well, wouldn't YOU if Draco was YOUR dad???), misplaced affection on a teacher (Trond--I didn't make the rules), and was looking to start a relationship.  I was also a member of a secret society on campus.

One of the most amusing aspects of the game were the three Potter triplets: Barry, Larry, and Elvis.  Even they couldn't keep each other straight, which was doubly funny because they started the game not knowing what had happened to them the previous two weeks.

Barry and I were both members of the secret society which, as it turns out, was trying to abolish the House system by destroying the Sorting Hat.  I also had a crush on Barry.  By the end, my character had pretty much gotten everything she wanted out of the other characters (except she accidentally destroyed a fake sorting hat, so that plan failed).  Trond's professor character turned out to be a werewolf, but hey, so did every other professor in Hogwarts, who then went on a rampage at the end of the story, killing or turning all the other characters.  One big, happy, crazy, werewolf family.

In a similar vein, I played a game written recently by one of the attendees.  It's called "The Silver Kiss of the Magical Twilight of the Full Moon."  You can gather fairly quickly what the parody is.  It was pretty funny, too.  We lived in "Fork, WA"  (That one-fork town?) which was neighbor to "Garden Chair, WA" (not sure where that came from).  Our supernatural problem was dragons.  Garden Chair had demons.  It all culminated in a highly unsuccessful Homecoming Game between the two schools.  I was playing the "human best friend" to the love-struck human obsessed with supernatural-dragon-boy.  Other than losing my cat, Sergeant Snuggles, to one of the demons, I turned out to be pretty awesome.  Turns out my Olympic fencing skills hid a private agenda for dragonslaying.  Sorry best friend! Didn't meant to kill your dragon-boy in an epic battle.  Actually, it turned out okay for my friend, because she ended up being a lesbian anyway and flew off into the sunset with dead dragon boy's female dragon friend....presumably to be eaten.  Just to confuse you further, the human love-struck girl was, in fact, played by a man.

Perhaps the most amusing part of that game was how you receive experience points:  On the table in front of everyone are face-down pieces of paper with "emo" quotes on them.   At any time during your dialogue, you can grab one and incorporate it into what you were saying.  Some examples include: "In life we are doomed to being misunderstood, so why even try?" and "You make my soul bleed a thousand red tears."  I could go on.  After using a quote (I used one to describe the problems I had with my hairdo) you'd get a piece of candy!

I played other, less ridiculous games too, but they aren't as fun to relate.  I played one that had me in a group of ronin (lordless samurai) that had come to a village only to find that it was plagued by demons.  Some pretty crazy stuff happened there and we kept having to roll our dice for sanity levels.  I was a gibbering idiot by the end, but I lived!  It was much more structured and less "story-telling" than the aforementioned two, but that's just because it was a different type of game.  I played another one with Trond that involved a party of fantasy characters investigating the recent stop in communication from a mountain temple.  There was a quasi Pandora's Box incident in that one, involving genies.

The last game I played was Artemis.  I think I've mentioned this before, as I played it during Big Gaming Week.  You basically set up five computers and link them to a big screen TV.  The group simulates a spaceship bridge, much in the same vein as Star Trek.  It was a lot of fun.  I got to play as the Communications Officer ("They refuse to surrender, Captain!") and Science Officer ("Space Station D4 at 182, distance 40.") who talks to the helm and weapons officers.  Lots of fun.  There's usually a guy (or girl) standing to the rear of the computers who acts as captain.  His role is harder than it sounds because he can't see any of the screens but the big one that displays the ship in space.  But as a bonus, he gets to wear a funny hat.

Also while in Wellington, I was able to do some Lord of the Rings geeking.  A tour took me to Mt. Victoria Park along the border of hilly Wellington.  This is where the hobbits find mushrooms and Frodo famously says, "Get off the Road!"  The tree under which the hobbits hide was, in fact, a fake tree that was built HUGE to make the hobbits look small.  Obviously, the tree wasn't there, but the ditch was!

We were taken up into the Hutt valley by our tour guide.  He was actually in The Return of the King.  you know the Oliphants?  The guy that is steering the one that Legolas completely destroys?  Yeah, that was him.  Totally looks like him, too, minus all the crazy make-up of course.  He says, "People say that's Orlando Bloom's scene, but really it's mine."  Turns out a lot of the extras for Peter Jackson films do tour guiding on the side, presumably while they wait for him to film something else.

Todd the tour guide

None of the sets were still at any of the locations, but it was easy to feel the ambiance of say, Rivendell, when tucked into ancient forests in a national park.

Well, I won't bore you with any more details on that score.  After a brief stop off back in Christchurch (and a Mirror Universe Party--many fake mustaches), Trond and I went on a little anniversary interlude to Mt. Cook.  My parents had bought us a night's stay at The Hermitage resort, which provided sweeping views of the nearby mountains, with Mt. Cook as a centerpiece.  We arrived in the evening and enjoyed dinner at the Old Mountaineers Cafe.  The sunset lit up the glacial peaks in pinks and peaches.  So gorgeous! 

Sadly, the sunrise proved to be cloudy, but by the time we checked out, the sky had cleared.  We even went for a walk along one of the many trails in the area.  On our way back to Christchurch, we took a small detour to see the Clay Cliffs:

 The drive back to Christchurch offered one of the most beautiful sunsets I've ever seen:

 Wednesday proved interesting.  Ever heard of the Society for Creative Anachronism (SCA)?  They are a group of medievalists who take their fairs very seriously.  It's not like your average Renaissance Fair, in that only members/participants/invitees can attend.  Trond and I were cool by association and someone once again provided us with appropriate costumes.  I saw a lot of interesting things that day, including a scribe making ink, a trebuchet being built and used, really impressive archery, pantomime theater, and watched Trond help the blacksmith (actually the same man as the scribe) put together a forge.  Dinner was fantastic and consisted of a whole roasted pig for the main course.

Scribe's toolkit

Lastly, just Saturday morning, we went to a KAOS (Killing As Organized Sport) function that annually mock-battles the Elves, a much older-gentlemen organization made up of a regiment of redcoats.  I was in charge of filming instead of participating.  I enjoyed watching them run around, efficiently whacking away at opponents with foam weapons, or shooting really heavy-duty nerf guns.  As people "died" they would be revived by the "medic teams" running around giving fallen soldiers M&Ms.  In a stroke of brilliance, some of Trond's friends found and assembled semi-large shark balloons which had remote-control tails.  Attached to their heads were, you guessed it, laser beams.  It was almost sad when one of them got deflated.  Other amusing additions to the battle included a chariot with inflatable pool alligators instead of horses and a Shoggoth, which promptly ate Trond, a mad scientist, several redcoats, a Valkyrie, and William Wallace, consuming them into its body an "activating" more grasping limbs.  It is customary that no one wins the battle.  Just a lot of good fun and, for some of us, side-splitting laughter.

A contrastingly calm afternoon followed.  The evening promised my very last party in New Zealand.  It was an uncharacteristic cool, drizzly night, but that didn't stop the party from spilling onto the street.  Many people from the day's battle were present and regaling each other about their numerous, glorious deaths.  I'm going to miss this crowd.

And here we are, the day before we leave, doing laundry and generally packing stuff up.  At the beginning of this trip, it felt like I'd been here for a long time since we were packing our days so full of activities.  Now I feel like it all went by so quickly.  Funny how time perception plays tricks.  This really was a great way to spend two months.  I met a lot of nice and interesting people, saw a LOT more of New Zealand than my previous visit, and had far too much fun making sheep comics.

Wish Ewe Were Shear

Since this post is all about how much fun I've been having, here's today's comic:

 It's highly stressful, you can imagine.  Gaming, kayak battles, wine tastings, the zoo, BBQs, hikes, day trips.  Sounds dreadful, doesn't it?

Hiking is great in this area.  The hills above Christchurch are great, as noted before.  We did another hike out there with some friends a while back.  The land is open and used as pastures for sheep (what square inch of NZ ISN'T?).  The black lab in our party decided it might be fun to be a sheepdog for a few minutes.

Beeeeeeehhhhhh!

 When next we wanted to go hiking, the hills had been closed due to recent earthquakes, so we found a little forest along the beach.  In walking through the forest, it was discovered that some of it had been reclaimed as a place to put all the debris from the February quake.

Pieces of Christchurch

By the way, this is what carpooling looks like with Trond's car...

 Trond and I took a day trip to Akaroa, a peninsula to the south of Christchurch.  It's cute and has a sort of "France" feel to it.  All the roads have names like, "Rue d' bleh bleh."

The week between Christmas and New Years is called, "Big Gaming Week." Not only is full of gaming, but we fit in a hike, several bbqs, and even a wine tasting.  The games varied from xbox LAN parties to card games, table top board games, computer LAN, and even role playing games.  I enjoyed a board game based on Terry Pratchett's Discworld fantasy universe. Basically the game consisted of trying to control as much of the city as possible.  I won, but I think that was because whenever there was a calamity (fire, flood), my part of town was luckily spared by the dice roll.

I was red

One of the days during the week, we all met for brunch at a really nice bistro called, "Joe's Garage."  After a fabulous meal, we all headed to the grocery store for wine selection.  This is what we ended up with for our wine tasting/day of more gaming:

Our trip to the zoo was fantastic.  It's actually called, "Orana Park" and is out by the airport.  We timed everything we did that day around the feeding schedule.  They are really good about them not being doubled up so you have to choose between animals.  In all we watched the feeding of: tiger, kiwi, giraffe, lion, rhino, otter, meerkat, cheetah, and spider monkeys.  I actually got to feed the giraffe!

The tongue comes out and grabs the leaves.  Slimy!

For $30 you could be inside the cage while the lionesses were being fed.  It's a group of tourists and one guy handing out pieces of meat.  Pretty scary to have lions roaring RIGHT in your face like that, if you ask me.  A couple shots later shows a lioness clawing at the side.  Actually pretty funny to watch the tourists scurry from one side of the cage to the other.

During our walk around the zoo, we were informed about the animals and their status as endangered species.  I was interested to note that the zookeepers have no qualms (or legal prohibitions) about saying things like, "There is nothing magical or holy about this creature.  You will not be healed of cancer by eating its heart" etc etc.  Clearly they feel very strongly about the safety of these animals in the wild.  We also heard about how the earthquakes of recent weeks had been affecting the animals.  Apparently the four rhinos ran straight into the center of their field and formed a defensive circle, horns out.  This was a couple of minutes before they started, too.  We heard that in the February quake, one of the river otters escaped its pen and had a lovely field trip around all the park moats.

My favorite part of the trip to the zoo was the cheetah pen.  I know, I know.  Cheetahs.  Everybody loves cheetahs.  But these wild animals were treating their trainer like a mommy.  It was so cute.  Despite the fact that it was feeding time, they just wanted cuddles.  And one got jealous of the other getting scritches and decided to intervene.

Belly rub?

She then handed them each a hunk of meat, which they devoured rather quickly.  One of them came back to lick the bucket, and when that was clean, he sat with his paws on the trainer's legs and licked her fingers.  Sometimes they have the meat dangling from a wire that is then fed across the long field at high speed so visitors can see them run.  That was another thing I noticed about this zoo.  There is a lot more space for the animals.  Fully twice the size of the Woodland Park Zoo in Seattle. 

After New Years, the fun didn't stop.  A few days later was the annual "Epic River Battle" involving rented kayaks on the River Avon and a lot of water guns.

Excellent use of umbrellas as shields

Trond emerging from under the bridge.  Gah!

 A couple of weeks ago, we went to the beach.  I don't have any pictures from that, as a friend with a waterproof camera took those.  It was great to be in the sea again, body surfing and borrowing Trond's boogie board.  Appropriately the same day, we went to a Pirate Party.  Trond and I didn't have costumes, but a friend of Trond's had lots to spare.  I ended up looking like this:

I was instructed to make that face.

The last thing I want to talk about in this post is Kaikoura.  I have now been there twice, but I'll combine both visits into the photos posted here.  First of all, Kaikoura is gorgeous.

Taken a stone's throw from Trond's parents' place.

Not only is it by the turqoise sea, not only do mountains rise up all around it, but it serves as a very popular spot for marine mammals.  There is a pod of Dusky Dolphins that live there year-round.  Lucky for us!  The first time we went, the swim with the dolphins was all booked up, so we made the reservation for the following week.  The first week we were there, we mostly hiked and relaxed in the warmth.  There's a really nice hike around the peninsula. We only got about a third of the way, since the weather turned bad.

The shoreline along the peninsula walk.  Home to gull and fur seal colonies.

Now, on to the good part.  Swimming with dolphins.  AWESOME Christmas present from Trond's parents.  The tour left at 5:30 in the morning, but we were assured the temperature of the water would wake us up.  I squeezed into my very first wetsuit and was handed child-sized flippers.  Oh, ha ha.  Out on the boat it took no time at all to get the call that dolphins had been sighted to the south.  This tour doesn't use any means but their eyes to find the dolphins.  They don't feed the dolphins or entice them with toys.  Basically what they do is find the pod, get into its path, and release the snorkelers off the stern.

It was clear today was a good day.

There are two reasons why the tour operators say this swim is the best.  Firstly, it's the calmest water of the day first thing in the morning.  This is not to say it isn't a bit rough.  After all, this is open ocean.  The geography of underwater Kaikoura is such that there's a relatively shallow area (where we were...70 meters deep, or 230 feet) that suddenly drops off into a huge trench.  In this trench is where two currents converge, bringing lots of tasty food to the whales and dolphins of the area.  Luckily sperm whales don't really come into the shallow area, 'cause that would have freaked me out!

Speaking of freaking out, many of you know my phobia of sharks.  Getting into deep water was not something I was really keen on trying.  But I figured, there's over a hundred dolphins around and they kick shark butt.  So when I first slid into the water, you'll forgive me my brief, three minutes of NOT looking for dolphins before I reconciled myself to the fact that the water was somewhat dark and deep around me.  I don't care, there's dolphins!

Actually it was rather tricky for the boats (there were three) to position correctly, as the dolphins are likely to say, "Hey!  A boat!  Let's go play in the bow wave!"

I love the bubbles on the one on the left, as it exhales before breaking the surface

The second reason this was the best swimming time of day was because dolphins hunt at night.  It was just after sunrise and they were full and feeling rambunctious.  It was not uncommon to see the dolphins leaping clean out of the water to do flips.  Basically, they have lots of playful energy this time of day.  As the boat lined us up right in front of the charging, acrobatic dolphins, our guide shouted, "You're about to find out what a pod of dolphins looks like!"  The boat sounded the horn and into the water we went.

In all, the boat allowed us five swims.  We would spend about five minutes in the water each time before the dolphins had sped off down the coast.  We'd time the swells back up to the boat and slide off the next time the horn blew.  It was so much fun.  I recommend it to anyone.  They encouraged us to make noises at the dolphins to get them to form some curiosity and stay a while.  I generally cooed at them.  In retrospect, I think I was making Orca noises, which was not particularly wise.  Trond was actually melodious.  Whatever we were doing, it worked.  On almost every swim, we each found that a dolphin had taken an interest.  Their way of being curious is to swim around you in circles, peering at you with one eye.  I'd start talking to it with my "kitty voice" which, in a snorkel, sounded something like this: "Squee!  Squee squee?  Kee Kee! Awwww!"  They were close enough to touch, but we didn't reach out.  We aren't allowed to touch them.  Sometimes when a bunch swam past, though, you could feel the buffeting of their tails.  We didn't have to worry about being rammed by any of them, of course, since they have their own clicking sonar to tell them where we are.

Bonus, Trond and I decided to rent an underwater digital video camera.  Most of my footage came out wibbly or not looking at dolphins at all.  When you're surrounded by dolphins in the wild, your first thought is not, "Oh, better point the camera straight."  That being said, we managed to get some good footage.  It just needs some tweaking before posting online.  Trond was much better at filming, actually.  I was really jealous of him because he saw the baby dolphin, and I didn't.

Baby!!!!

 It was a fabulous time in the water with the dolphins.  The water was actually pretty warm too, 17C.  Out in the wind afterward, barreling away at 20 knots, it got cold.  Luckily, they provided blankets.

Awwwww

I was going to end the blog post there, but something ridiculous happened on our way back into the marina that deserves to be mentioned.  Trond and I were casually looking out the window as a man in his aluminum dinghy went by to check his crab pot nearby.  He was moving very fast, at full throttle, and overshot the crab pot.  In an effort to make up lost time, he turns at a sharp angle.  Too sharp.  He realizes his mistake too late.  The water quickly comes rushing in the side.  The whole dingy then simply slips into the sea, sinking on the spot.  Trond and I called out a bemused "Man overboard!" to the tour guys, who then swung the boat around to go pick him up.  Needless to say, the guy was very embarrassed, but only served to embarrass himself more by saying, "Oh, I think I hit a rock!"  No.  No, you didn't.

Okay so the video is too large or something to upload here.  So, here is a link to it on YouTube.  Apologies for shaky cam.  We were excited and the dolphins were quick!
http://youtu.be/GCAN3lkWVKQ

Rattle Your Dags!

An amusing colloquialism I heard shortly after arriving in New Zealand. I’m told it is used in Australia as well.  My suspicion is that it is used anywhere that has an excess of sheep.  “Rattle your dags” shares meaning with “shake a leg” (another apt title for this week’s blog post).  “But what does the phrase have to do with sheep?” you might ask.  It’s rather unpleasant, to tell you up front.  “Dags” refers to the posterior region of a sheep, particularly the area that is not quite so “white and fluffy” as the rest of the animal.  I have indeed “rattled my dags” lately, mostly because Christchurch is doing the rattling.

It was kind of ironic about the earthquakes, really.  We had gone to see the exclusion zone downtown on December 18^th, the last day it would be open to the public before the real demolitions began.  On the way, we passed this rather impressive bit of earthquake damage from February:

This parking lot, near the River Avon downtown, sank a few inches in February.

The Canterbury Earthquake Recovery Authority (CERA) had put the walkway downtown together for visitors, but made sure everyone was informed that to enter was at one's own risk. 

 It was eerily quiet and some buildings were missing (notably the aquarium on the square).   The cathedral wasn’t the pile of rubble I was imagining.  It was weird to walk through all the abandoned buildings, listening to the occasional jackhammer in the distance as work on the Grand Chancellor continued.   

Christchurch Cathedral

There were painted signs on many of the doors to businesses that read a date and “all clear,” which noted it had been checked for people.  Most of them had dates a day or three after the February 22^nd quake.  

 Just outside the exclusion zone was the “Cashel Mall” a makeshift shopping area made of containers.  It was actually pretty cool and had drawn quite the crowd for Christmas shopping.  Outside the mall, a band of junior high boys played Christmas carols.

Container Mall.  Part of the Re:Start Program

Carol musicians with the Exclusion Zone behind them.

A couple of days later, we went for a drive out to Sumner, which had taken a lot of rockfall damage.  It's a pretty seaside town, but most of the houses are on pretty bluffs overlooking the ocean.  That didn't go so well in February:

Hope no one was home!

It was approaching mid-afternoon on Friday, December 23, 2011.  Trond’s parents had already headed south to Timaru, where we would join them for Christmas Eve the next day.  We were preparing a late lunch of sandwiches when the 5.8 struck at just before 2PM.  It was clear right away that this was going to be something wholly dissimilar from what I had experienced in Japan.  There is a huge difference between being 400km and 4km away from an epicenter.  Everything started shaking back and forth, dishes rattled in their cupboards, the house groaned and swayed.  Trond jogged off-balance out of the kitchen and barked “Doorway!”  The shaking increased.  It was so loud.  We were crouched and I was holding onto his back.  Time does strange things in moments like this.  It felt like a long time, but the quake only lasted about 15 seconds.

After assuring each other that we were okay, we stood up and began assessing the damage.  Nothing too bad.  The dishes hadn’t come pouring out of the kitchen cupboards as they had in February.   But just to be safe, we put in place the strings and hooks that had been “installed” after February.  Some Christmas decorations had fallen over on tables and a lamp and pepper grinder had made their way to the floor.  Trond methodically checked everything out and I followed him around like a scared shadow, trying to get my heartbeat back under control.  The first few aftershocks were fairly strong and sent us back to the doorway, but they were short jolts.

Next we went upstairs to assess the damage on the upper floor.  Being higher up, the sway was more extreme.  Drawers had opened and contents of cupboards had spilled out a bit.  A few things on the desk were now on the floor, but nothing had broken.  Next we discovered that the power was out.  Moments later, the 2:10 aftershock, another 5.8, hit.  We ran to the doorway in the hall at the top of the stairs.  The swaying was a bit stronger, but we were becoming a little more at home with the shaking.  Nothing new to report after that one.  We tried to get back to life after that.  With the power out, our options weren’t many.  We had been working on a puzzle in the middle “computer” room upstairs.  Trond went back to doing that while on the other side of the room I tried to complete a card we were making for his mother for Christmas.  I would say between every 3 and 7 minutes, there was another little aftershock, but nothing like the 5.8s of earlier.  Eventually it was just, “oh, another aftershock” and back to work.

Then, at 3:18, the 6.0 struck.  By Richter Scale measurements, that means that the 3:18 quake was twice as strong as the 2:00 ones.  It felt so much larger than that to me.  I was sitting at the desk near the door.  I don’t even remember getting from my chair to the doorway.  I have a very vivid memory of my left hand outstretched reaching for Trond, who was across the room.  He made to get up from the couch and the floor rose to meet him at the knee.  He stumbled but didn't fall and was at my side within moments.  The movement of this quake was different, also.  The waves in the earth hit the house from the narrow side (opposite from before), running the length, lifting the wooden structure and twisting it.  I honestly cannot describe the noise.  We were gripping the doorway, but we kept getting thrown every which way.  We were being lifted up and then violently shaken from side to side.  It was difficult to stay IN the doorway.  Huge crashing noises filled the house as we heard things falling over in every room.  I can’t say for sure how long it lasted, probably about 12 seconds.

We stayed in the doorway a few minutes, waiting for the little shakes to finish.  It was time again to assess the damage.  Most drawers had come fully out of chests from that one.  A small bookshelf in Trond’s bedroom had collapsed at the back, but was easily fixable.  A floor-to-ceiling bookshelf in his sister’s room had come crashing down.  

Still trying to understand the geometry of how that happened.  It had been standing next to that door.

 A potted plant in the middle room had shattered all over the place.  

 Downstairs, the strings holding the kitchen cupboards closed had been strained taut and plates could be seen edging their way out.   

Good thing we put those strings there after the 5.8!

 The refrigerator had gone on a walk across the kitchen.  Trond's dad's study was a complete wreck of papers everywhere.  I'm told it was a disaster area beforehand, but now it's simply moved to the floor.

The Christmas tree had fallen over, china had come spilling out of a low cupboard, and all the artwork in the house was eskew.   

We called Trond’s mother with a status report, who then kindly posted messages of assurance on our Facebook pages.  Trond and I went to his car, which we parked on the street away from buildings, and listened to the radio.  Calls were coming in from all over the city.  The GNS was still assessing the magnitude of the most recent ones, so people were calling in to give their own accounts.  This actually did a fair job of telling the public what kind of damage Christchurch was seeing.  Liquefaction seemed to be a big problem again.  Half the city was without power, and some areas were having plumbing issues.  The lament on everyone’s lips was that they were so tired of earthquakes, and right before Christmas, too. (The airport was shut down, which messed up a lot of holiday plans).

We started cell-phoning friends across town in Riccarton, who still had power.  They were another 15-20km away from us, and the epicenter.  Not content to sit by ourselves in a powerless house amidst continuing aftershocks, we got into his car and went over to that side of town.  Someone poured me a nice glass of whiskey.  Aftershocks continued every few minutes for the rest of the day, though we didn’t feel many of them out where we were. 

After watching a movier, we all decided to meet up at another friend’s house, but went our separate ways for dinner.  Trond and I went to a (very busy) fish and chips place down the road.  All the supermarkets but one were closed.  All the malls had been evacuated and closed (much to the anger of last-minute Christmas shoppers) and most stores and restaurants were shut down.   

I took a wander up the shopping alley near the fish and chips place.  Some of the store owners were about, picking things up.  One place was a complete mess.   

Trond wondered aloud (not without some annoyance) how many quakes it would take for people to bolt shelves to the walls.  

Needless to say, I slept very poorly the night of the 23^rd, waking up with every shake and wiggle.  The next morning’s headline for the local newspaper was: “5.8, 5.8, 6.0, 5.0: Here We Go Again.” Before driving south, we did a quick drive to survey the surrounding area. There was a lot of liquefaction along the river roads.   

Liquefaction.  The underlying silt of the soft soil area liquefies and rises up to the surface like a mini-volcano.  I will go on to say that this phenomena has no rules about bubbling up directly into your living room.

 People were out, dressed for hot weather and wearing rubber boots, shoveling silt into wheelbarrows, to be picked up by the city.   

Water bubbled up from broken pipes, and flooding of the streets was not uncommon.  There is a long, narrow lake near where Trond lives that took a lot of “parking lot” damage in the February quake.  No one has gotten around to fixing it (not a big priority).  It’s pretty impressive to see and I’d wager it was made worse by the recent quakes.

 We didn’t feel a single wiggle in Timaru and I was happy to discover I had an appetite again, since the Christmas Eve food was delicious.  We first ate a sort of porridge for lunch. Really tasty.  Apparently, there is a hidden almond in the big pot somewhere and whoever finds it gets a chocolate bar.  Amusingly enough, no one ever found the almond.   

Dinner was a fabulous mutton dish, with potatoes and vegetables.  Trifle for dessert!  Christmas presents were opened on Christmas Eve, not Christmas morning, which I hadn’t done since I was little.  Trond’s niece Ruby very much liked her plush husky from us.  Trond and I took turns reading his nieces’ new books to them that evening.

The next day, Trond and I headed back to Christchurch for “Waifs and Strays” the Christmas party with friends.  It lasted most of the afternoon, and ended with us going to another party afterward.  We didn’t feel aftershocks all day, but they were happening.  As night crept on, I began to get more and more nervous about going back to his dark house.  

Some of you may recall a certain night in Japan when I was suddenly on Skype when you were all awake in the States.  I had been woken up by an aftershock in the pitch blackness, alone in my house in Otobe.  It is that experience, I believe, that affected my sleep that first week or so after these started.  Also, you know how people say that animals freak out before an earthquake?  It’s true. All that week I was lying in bed at night, listening to the birds suddenly become “agitated” at two in the morning, shortly followed by a shake.  I can assure you, it’s incredibly creepy, mostly because it’s so unnatural to hear them at night.  

Also, every time there was an earthquake in Japan, the magnitude and epicenter were up on the internet within three minutes, and tsunami warning within five.  New Zealand doesn’t have this system.  It usually takes about 15-20 minutes to hear about the magnitude and epicenter.  I’m not sure why this is, exactly, but it caused me some discomfort at first. After the first week of my heart leaping into my throat every time someone so much as walked heavily across a room, I started to relax.  There’s no real getting used to them and the sooner you admit that, the better.  I find that being informed helped a lot.  Talking with various people who have lived in the area most of their lives helped.  First and foremost, the geology/geography off the coast of Christchurch makes the threat of tsunamis to be virtually impossible.  This was my biggest concern and so I feel LOADS better.  Also, Trond’s house is made of wood, therefore flexible.  The positioning of his bed in the house is the safest place.  So now when I feel shaking while I’m in bed, I just stay there.

These days, I’ve decided to think of the earthquakes as a feature of Christchurch weather.  You know, “Sunny with scattered shaking in the afternoon.”  It’s gotten to the point of amusement:  The other day we were at a wine tasting with friends and there was an earthquake.  We all started guessing what the magnitude was.  I guessed 4.6.  15 minutes later, we got the news that I “won.”  I got chocolate.  See what I mean about relaxing?

My social schedule has allowed me to cope with the continuing aftershocks in a healthy, beneficial manner.  I’ll always be so grateful to my new friends here for providing me with an outlet for expressing my concerns and their open inclusion of me in their laughter and good times.  As the days since December 23^rd have passed, I find myself nearing a place where I can finally overcome my fears for good.