A city shaken

We haven't seen a lot of Christchurch since we arrived yesterday, but it was a mix of interesting and discomforting to drive along Riccarton Road last night and see a couple of piles of rubble where shops stood the last time we were in Christchurch just three months ago.

At first glance, Christchurch looks pretty normal, although we haven't gone anywhere near the central city yet. A closer glance though, and you see houses with scaffolding where there used to be chimneys, broken walls and fences, and lots of building activity. We'll get out and about a bit more tomorrow; not disaster tourism though.

And the earth keeps moving, although we didn't feel any of the three reported aftershocks overnight; we were a bit shattered last night and quickly became comatose, even missing the 4.1 at 5.53am this morning. And yes, there WAS an earthquake in Wanganui yesterday morning, and we DID feel it!

It's all good though; it has dawned a glorious spring morning in the Village of the Damned; at least Christchurch is being spared the weather excesses being experienced elsewhere. Let's be thankful for small mercies.