We were on our way to Dunedin when we stopped at a cafe to grab a bite to eat. Casually and in the most nonchalant manner, the man who brought over our coffees said, “Did you hear that Christchurch had another earthquake?” As we were making our way to Christchurch – we gave him a look of shock and set out to find as much information as we could (free WiFi plus laptops made this task rather easy).
Turns out the quake was major and had happened just an hour before we heard the news. We did what we needed to do – texted/called our families to let them know we hadn’t yet made it into Christchurch and then broadcasted our whereabouts on Facebook to let everyone else know we were okay. We continued to make our way to Dunedin not know what would happen next or when we’d be presented with some sort of game plan. The only thing of certainty was that we had some strange days ahead of us as we tried to get a hold of all those travelling ahead of us to see where they were and if they were safe (mobile phone reception on the South Island made this a rather difficult task). The mood had changed like the change of seasons where you quickly go from a beautiful summer’s day to the crisp bite of autumn overnight.