We had seen the first signs of it while in Dunedin where people evacuating Christchurch were looking for somewhere to go. The place we were staying at had no vacancies that night and the people just kept flooding in. After our intense day of driving – it was the same story in Kiakoura. The small town was buzzing with the amount of people in it. No matter where you went, there was story after story about experiences in Christchurch. I even had someone in my room that was in Christchurch when the earthquake happened and from that moment we met the mother hen in me was alive and kicking once again.
He had nothing but the clothes on his back and the backpack he had taken to the riverside that day. When the earth started moving – he was frozen on the park bench as the river rose and his coffee slide off the bench. Luckily he was wearing a pair of jeans he bought from Hong Kong which had a double pocket and that meant he took both is passport and wallet with him that day. As we ran around the room collecting the necessities so he could take a shower – he shared photos and stories with us. He was calm and easy-going as he recanted the last couple of days to us. And the before we knew it, he was out cold and it was bedtime for us as well as we had promised him a good hearty homemade breakfast in the morning.