Friday, April 22, 2011
The Video Blog....Q & A
Well ive promised a video blog for my blog page i got goin on here. But i cant think of that many things to talk about or what to say because ive pretty much said everything i can say in the blogs below.
So on further inspection of the 'traffic' on my site, and ive had a fair few views from around the world now, i was wondering if you lot would like me to answer some question of yours. Ask me anything you like in the comments box below and i will answer them in a video blog next week!! Howsthat sound??
PEACE
TD
PEACE
TD
Thursday, April 21, 2011
Females.
Tough subject to write about this one. I could quite easily upset a few people here. But have no fear, I’ll approach this piece of work like I approach a lady. Very Delicately.I think it all boils down to your weaknesses. Im pretty sure Women are my weakness. I love chicks….what can I say.
I once had women described to me as Kryptonite. And that is 100% truth. Their the reason why were here in the first place lads, but if your not careful and you get to close they’ll take away your super powers……or in a real world, your house.
Ive met a lot of very beautiful women on my travels, and im also friends with some outstanding beauties back in good ol’ sunny Wales. But all of them are these fantastic sexy figures. The euro chicks out in Lanka were stunning. There was a bit of a shortage though once the plane touched down in NZ. Some diamonds in the rough have been spotted.
Their very tough here. Tough to talk to…….kind but very direct. As a bloke your more likely to be chatted up, have drinks bought for you, brought back to theirs and ‘used’ and then rushed out in the morning.
I watch one chick threaten a bloke the other night. I was out with my landlady, Natasha, and I was sitting down quietly havin a pint and watchin the pub flow around with people. And I saw this bloke go over to some girls, all seemed fine, looked like a pretty natural greeting from where I was planted. And I was distracted shortly by the waitress and here cheeky smile. But I looked back over and this chick, this petite, well dressed chick had this chap by the throat with the other hand clenched ready to spark him one!! They aint fuckin around over here. Im abit scared to be honest.
Ive been thinking why people smoke. Its just observations really but its puzzled me while ive been down to the local tavern, hunched over a glass half full, with the ends of my last cigarette pressed up to some cold lips thanks to a southern hemisphere winter.Its seems that people who smoke are indecisive people, who require more time to process them selves to any obstacles. They must sit and smoke, sit behind and eagerly awaited Benson before they can apply their attentions elsewhere.
Ive began to think they need a ciggy, partly because of addiction, as a way to shelter themselves. Describing the general processes of a smoker is a person holding a short stick of tobacco between their index and middle and pressing it up against their mouth with means to inhale the flavoured fumes of the lit tobacco. Palms facing inwards, as to nearly hide their face, eyes fixed, down, on the ‘cherry’ just in case it drops off and burns though your jeans. Their arm supporting their hand, still held up to their face, is placed across the torso and again closing themselves off to any interaction. Its shouts unsociable. The body language smoking causes shuts you away from you objective. The ladies. Or the lads.
For some personalities smoking is a haven. It’s a type of shield put up to hide themselves for a few drags of comfort. Insecure people could be smokers. Their inabilities to function are hidden behind packs of GV. That confidence to interact is shadowed…..no, fogged by bellowing fumes, recycled out from your inside bagpipes.
And then it all flipped back around on me. I was sat there judging people how they smoke, why they smoke while the whole time I was nested ina cloud of smoke. And then I worried myself and thought for a while I was the insecure chap hiding. So to prove myself wrong I binned the remaining smokes I had in my pocket, handed over my lighter and went for another pint. From then on I wasn’t shadowing myself behind cigarettes, I was sat up and chatting away.
I have smoked since, I will admit. I don’t have the strongest of will powers. But it still puzzles me. I know of the addiction stuff thats tied with smoking and all the shit that’s pumped out on the tele. But there was a reason why people started to smoke. Partly image……fitting in……who knows. But like I said this is all observations and I did sorta prove a negative image to smoking. That its indirectly segregating yourself from new people. Theres another thought…..smokers smoke in ‘packs’. Like wolves, not packets!
Anyway, work situation went from shit, shitter and then unbelievably good. I was luggin barrow after barrow of bricks from a fallen down church for 3 days and then I got a phone call asking if I would like to accept a position for an assistant design engineer for a metal fabrication firm. I said yes. So it’s a job slightly different from what ive trained for but its working with engineers on machinery designs. And I get to help fabricate and build prototypes an all sorts, rad-dandy. Then following that call I had another later that afternoon about attending an interview with one of the leading architect firms in CHCH. Went to the interview the following day, had them laughing, flirted abit with the head of design. Wore the ‘twice-ironed’ trousers.
So all that happened and im still waiting for the metal fabrication company to get some paper work together for me, havent heard back just yet from the architect. Was getting slightly nervous now, 3 days, no call and I was not looking forward to calling up Hays asking for more labouring work. I got a call then from a business owner, who owns 2 or 3 of the top night spots in CHCH asking for a draughtsman to replicate some plans for his existing buildings and also some signage. So it was all going well over the phone, turned out he’s good mates with my landlady. So I was then offered to work with them as a type of structural/modification/consulting chap. So seemed good. But again we havent tied down a date for things to begin etc etc. So im still not in the fast flowing current, im still paddling out kinda thing.
I did have to ring Hays back up for some labouring duties. Im not complaining to much mind, ive been goin to some very beautiful, remote places around CHCH and its awesome. And its good to be being physical. I feel very good after a proper days graft. And also the bills need to be paid and ive got a bag of salad and 7 slices of white bread to last me a few days!! Lovely.
But all that is irrelevant as I was offered a job as a Draughtsman working for a local Cantebury firm called AP Designs. Damn excited now, get some bloody money in the bank. I was interviewed at their offices in Belfast, sat in there for a good 1 hour, grilled on building regs and knowledge of this an that. They went through 12 people and decided I was the best fitting for the position! Stoked aint the word. I actually ran around afterward. Stupid I know but I was very relieved I didn’t have to work on/in buildings that were barely standing. Been a very edgy 6 or 7 weeks. But ye, im all shirt an tie now.
I was one hell of an experience working on site though. I got a lot of respect from the other guys opn the sites aswell. They expect the POMS to leg it first sign of danger, but like I keep telling them, ‘Im from Wales butt’.
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| Lyttelton = Munted |
Ohh ye. The Cooking. Ive been getting pretty handy in the kitchen. Well its nothing special but im cooking for my flatmates aswell so it been abit of an experience judging how much food to cook for 3 people. Sound pathetic but you know…….my most famous meal is a Dominos pizza and a 6 pack of Fosters.
So ive made this chicken and tomato stir fry thing, with herbs and stuff. Bit of rice, maybe pasta, whatever. Goes down a treat. Ive bumped it up this week though. After watching a Jamie Oliver program where he was cooking as a cowboy got me thinking of some tasty spin off dishes…
Spaghetti and Meatballs but cowboy style…….bare with it ok. If it turns out good I’ll drop the recipe up on here an see what you think. Mite even do a blog cooking episode!!
And ye the video blog I promised…..still abit unsure about that. I’ll wait till some seriously funny goings on happen I think. But I still do promise a video blog at some point.
Right then I think that’s all ive got for you right now. Catch you on the next one.
PEACE
TD
Tuesday, March 29, 2011
Sunday, March 27, 2011
Running with it.
Ive been running for a while. Whether its 2 miles around the block or a 6 miler where I really push myself. Its always provided me with a confidence, that I know how well my body is working when I feel the buzz after a run. Its always something for me to do when I need to focus, to block away other life shit for a short while.
I can run to different beats. Some days I’ll run faster and some days not quite as fast. I like pushing myself and always seem to set small goals while I running. ‘Get to the next post before the beat drops‘ , ‘Get to the end of the road before the track ends‘…..music fuels my competitive nature. I can see victory when I run, even when im not running against anyone or for anything. it’s a mental accomplishment when you performed to the best of you abilities. That knowledge you hold, yourself, of what you just did, the boost that its gives you that no one else will understand. I say that because people run for different reasons. I know why I run. For Me, Myself and I.
…….and the some smoking hot chicks that go joggin in Hagley Park!!
Its always the same when your alone for a period of time. Like I am now, I don’t know many people where im living and right now in Christchurch its not the best environment in light of what’s gone on in the past few weeks. But I have walked myself down to the pub for a few Kiwi Ciders and meet some people but I seem to spend a lot of time alone with my thoughts, which is soothing sometimes. You can really think about the fine details of whatever is on your mind when you have that time alone. Assess your goals and aims, qualities and flaws. Establish your direction.
This is something ive been thinking about while ive been over here. Some of those classic emotions you get when your away. I did find myself missing my Mum the other day. I got back from work on Friday at 6pm. And at home Mum will usually have dinner all set up ready for me, my bro and dad to come in and fuel up. But here I had 6 tomato’s in the fridge and some white bread. Cant say it was as good as my mums lasagne with boiled, new pembs’ spuds and some salad!! That’s the business right there.
Did miss the lil pep talks from the old man aswell. I normally thought that most of the shite he tells me would just go over my head, but ive been ina few situations here where Big Doug has said some stuff that made some sense of what was goin on.
My bro and sister aswell. Ben and Phoebe. Missing their bitchin an moaning about fuck all. I do miss the comedy you get from a family of 5.
But all that is something to look forward to when its time to go home. Thinking about my goals, I know that stayin here is everything to me right now, even though im not able to do what I set out here to do yet. I’m just guna run with it.
Jim from California: A Tale of a silly Welsh Man in NZ: So I dragged myself over to the next neighbourhood called Ferrymead. There’s some bars over there I thought id go check out, as recommended by my landlady.
So i was in there for around 2 hours, had about 4 pints and a few cigs. Built up the confidence a smidge.
The funniest bit about it was the look on the 2 ladies faces. They were relieved to find out that I was just messing about and, I quote, ’not retarded or something….can we get you a drink’.
I few more pints and a conversation regarding one anothers phone numbers. And I was on my way home. Not one of my best stories but ive got 2 more years here so look out!!
A poor mans shopping list:Big thing of milk x1
Bread x4
Butterx1
Ham, cheese……..maybe pickle?
Pasta x3
Pasta sauce x3
Chicken
Pot Noodles x20
Half bag salad x1
24 pack of chips x1
Fruit - pears or sumin?
Pack of shit rags x!
Shower gel x1
Condoms x100
OK, thats all i got for now, but i will have some pics from a skatepark session up asap!!
Love to everyone back in Wales.
Ive been running for a while. Whether its 2 miles around the block or a 6 miler where I really push myself. Its always provided me with a confidence, that I know how well my body is working when I feel the buzz after a run. Its always something for me to do when I need to focus, to block away other life shit for a short while.I run with music; I think I can run for longer when I listen to music, as if im getting powered along to the tracks when im out at 6am. Takes my mind away from the cold air that’s biting at my legs and to take my mind away from my thumping heart when im racing along to Little Jinder on repeat. Or Krafty Kuts, Illustrate, Gangstarr, DJ Yoda and Pharoahe Monch. They all work for me when im running.
I can run to different beats. Some days I’ll run faster and some days not quite as fast. I like pushing myself and always seem to set small goals while I running. ‘Get to the next post before the beat drops‘ , ‘Get to the end of the road before the track ends‘…..music fuels my competitive nature. I can see victory when I run, even when im not running against anyone or for anything. it’s a mental accomplishment when you performed to the best of you abilities. That knowledge you hold, yourself, of what you just did, the boost that its gives you that no one else will understand. I say that because people run for different reasons. I know why I run. For Me, Myself and I.
…….and the some smoking hot chicks that go joggin in Hagley Park!!
Its always the same when your alone for a period of time. Like I am now, I don’t know many people where im living and right now in Christchurch its not the best environment in light of what’s gone on in the past few weeks. But I have walked myself down to the pub for a few Kiwi Ciders and meet some people but I seem to spend a lot of time alone with my thoughts, which is soothing sometimes. You can really think about the fine details of whatever is on your mind when you have that time alone. Assess your goals and aims, qualities and flaws. Establish your direction.
This is something ive been thinking about while ive been over here. Some of those classic emotions you get when your away. I did find myself missing my Mum the other day. I got back from work on Friday at 6pm. And at home Mum will usually have dinner all set up ready for me, my bro and dad to come in and fuel up. But here I had 6 tomato’s in the fridge and some white bread. Cant say it was as good as my mums lasagne with boiled, new pembs’ spuds and some salad!! That’s the business right there.
Did miss the lil pep talks from the old man aswell. I normally thought that most of the shite he tells me would just go over my head, but ive been ina few situations here where Big Doug has said some stuff that made some sense of what was goin on.
My bro and sister aswell. Ben and Phoebe. Missing their bitchin an moaning about fuck all. I do miss the comedy you get from a family of 5.
But all that is something to look forward to when its time to go home. Thinking about my goals, I know that stayin here is everything to me right now, even though im not able to do what I set out here to do yet. I’m just guna run with it.
So i was in there for around 2 hours, had about 4 pints and a few cigs. Built up the confidence a smidge.
So was at the bar when 2 ladies passed and I asked how their night was going, what was happening with their dresses coz they were fuck-ugly. All in good taste, they were questioning the level of my trouser waist. Anyway they were there with their boyfriends (FUCK) and I was promptly introduced. 2 boxers, massive fuckin stacked out lads. Intimidated as I was I put on the deep voice, ‘hello……..hows things’. They both replied with the highest pitched, squeaky voices ever. It was like our whole conversation had been dubbed by The Smurfs. After id spoken to them for a while we were getting on well and just chattin rubbish.
So they were expecting friends and as they told me this I saw 2 more ladies walk in, waving in our direction. So the 2 boxers grabbed me and said, ‘Right Tom, your names Jim and you’ve just moved here from California…ok, ….ready’, So there was me being introduced to 2 random kiwi chicks as a Californian called Jim….so I ran with it. ’Hi, hello, im Jim from California, how you doin…..’. The lads nearly cracked up laughin from the get go, and both their girlfriends were holding back the laughs as their 2 friends shook their heads understandingly at me, not 100% sure of my accent because believe me it was piss poor. It was a fuckin disaster. But I hung on to it before owning up to them.The funniest bit about it was the look on the 2 ladies faces. They were relieved to find out that I was just messing about and, I quote, ’not retarded or something….can we get you a drink’.
I few more pints and a conversation regarding one anothers phone numbers. And I was on my way home. Not one of my best stories but ive got 2 more years here so look out!!
A poor mans shopping list:Big thing of milk x1
Bread x4
Butterx1
Ham, cheese……..maybe pickle?
Pasta x3
Pasta sauce x3
Chicken
Pot Noodles x20
Half bag salad x1
24 pack of chips x1
Fruit - pears or sumin?
Pack of shit rags x!
Shower gel x1
Condoms x100
OK, thats all i got for now, but i will have some pics from a skatepark session up asap!!
Love to everyone back in Wales.
Thursday, March 17, 2011
Life in Christchurch
Life in Christchurch.
Think its about time though that I bought myself a BMX again. After Cardiff I kow there good city cruisers and I can have play about on the thing aswell. Spotted a full scale BMX track 20mins away from the flat so I reckon I’ll be attending some regionals once the season kicks off. The Troy Lee lid is already in the airmail!! Woop woop!!
So im back on the building site, working as a Fixer. Which is basically just standard carpentry stuff. So ive been whippin up a few stud walls and plaster boarding. The chap that I ended up working with on my first day was THE biggest pot head ive ever met. He had a bag of weed the side a bin in his car and spent half the day disappearing off for 15 minute and coming back to work pretty glazed over.
The foremans been a prick all week aswell. He was getting his knickers ina twist about the dust etc and it ended up my boss nearly crackin him one!! Would have been a wild first day at work!!
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| Dated or waa!! |
So its now March 10th and I’ve moved to my apartment in Hillbourgh, south of the city. Im right at the base of the Port Hills. That’s where all the mountain biking goes on so today I took a short ride up, across and down!! Got given an 1997 Giant ATX bike by my family friends. This things a shed of a bike but it pedals fine and is getting me from A to B. I think its another months before I can afford some wheels!!
The work situation is better, got hold of work for a building firm. So its back on site for a few months. I think any technicain work will start around chrimbo time. There is so much to do in Christchurch its unreal. It was announced on the news that it will 4 to 6 years before any domestic homes and structures are rebuilt.
So with work looking more positive ive started to hear from the firms I contacted before the quake, most of which are for technicians positions. Everything was slowed down once the quake hit and has taken 18 days for society to get itself back in place. So I shall see how long I’ll be working on site for. Went and picked up some new tools last week aswell so im itchin to try out my new hammer!!  |
One of the best things about NZ is that it supports any sports. And with all action sports in NZ having a large following the city council allows for skate park developments all over the city. On most of the city blocks there are skate plaza style skate parks full equipped for BMX and Skaters. I’m on the case already to get my hands on BMX. Theres one hell of a park at the corner of Waltham and Moorhouse which is a 20 minute walk from my flat. Went and had a look down there today and there were about a dozen groms there bunkin off school to go skate. This one kid who was 11 could do 360 flips. I skated on and off for 3 years and all i can show for it is a dodgy kick flip. Shows what can be achieved once one of these skate parks are put in place. (Take note Narberth/Pembrokeshire County Council).
Think its about time though that I bought myself a BMX again. After Cardiff I kow there good city cruisers and I can have play about on the thing aswell. Spotted a full scale BMX track 20mins away from the flat so I reckon I’ll be attending some regionals once the season kicks off. The Troy Lee lid is already in the airmail!! Woop woop!!
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| Just up the road from me place. This is piss all to the CBD |
The foremans been a prick all week aswell. He was getting his knickers ina twist about the dust etc and it ended up my boss nearly crackin him one!! Would have been a wild first day at work!!
Think I’ll be stickin with these guys for a while, for the next 2/3 months and build up some dollars before headin to Queenstown for a ski season!! But ive been offered lots of jobs with Hays Construction who I now work for.
Aparently theres plenty of skiing and mountain biking year round down there. And hopefully plenty of chicks aswell!! It has been very quiet on the ladies side of things, but I but havent been out on the piss much. Went for a few ciders the other night. Caught abit of the rugby aswell which was good.
All in all its not a bad place to be, im pretty damn happy with how things are working out. But like ive said in the other posts. Just need a bike for some adventures!!
Right that’s all I got for now, I’ll throw some flavour into the next one. Big Love from Christchurch |
| Good packaging there Mummy Doug |
PEACE
TD
Friday, February 25, 2011
In Wake of the Quake
Chapter 7 - In wake of the Quake.
So its February 26th, its 4 days since the earthquake that struck Littleton, Christchurch. Im sure most of you that read this will have seen images and reports of the disaster that occurred on Tuesday 22nd of Feb. It’s a tragic time here, for all those families that have just lost their loved ones, their homes and the normality and structure of their own lives.
Today was a hard day. Friends of friends had lost their house during the quake and had asked myself and Steve to help salvage belongings from their shell of a home. When we turned up in the truck, after having driven through the destruction ing CHCH centre, we were presented with a destroyed family home, with exterior cladding torn away from the buildings frame, glass and roof tiles just spread everywhere. The drive was looked like a maze of stepping stones spread out over the lawn. Ashley, the guy who’s house it was, was there in good spirits but soon told us of how this has affected his children, his wife and their lives. He soon broke down not long after we began moving his belongings. It was hard for all of us to hold back tears. Looking around afterwards other family men had shown up with friends and trucks, like us, to help collect stuff.
The drive back was again awful, so many buildings, roads, cars, buses just destroyed. I couldn’t look anymore and once we got further back into the Canterbury Planes then the tension eased in the truck.
So id managed to get a job, Monday the 21st, called up and architects studio and was granted work instantly. I was advised to call again the next day to arrange a meeting and continue the small chat me and my boss Warren were having. I rang the morning of the quake, about 11.30am and spoke, confirmed and agreed on a time and a place to meet and begin work. I was excited to say the least. But at 1.21pm the 6.3 quake happened 10k under Lyttleton. The quake spread as far as Kaikoura, 115 miles away and affect electricity and water systems county wide.
When the quake hit id just return home from CHCH, I was by myself and just pissin about on facebook. Id had experience with tremors the week before and didn’t find the quake, to begin with, all that scary. But this thing just got more and more violent. And its just like you’ve seen in film, pictures on walls are falling, chairs drop, glass, plates, cups smashing. A tremor is normal, deep from the ground and only lasts 5 seconds, this quake went on for 14minutes. The quake was measured with the number of activity bursts. There were 64 individual minor quakes, amounting to a 14 minute quake.
Like the tool that I am I decided that I would be slightly helpful and hang on to a trophy cabinet in the living room during the quake!! The glass inside was being thrown about inside and I thought, ‘best grab hold of that en’.
About 15mins passed and the 2nd quake arrived. Its was shorter, but it also finished off a lot of buildings the 1st quake had disrupted. The historic buildings Christchurch parades in all tourist shops, all the great buildings that hold this countries heritage were grounded to piles of stone and dust. The concerns then turned to the people in those buildings. The news showed people surviving, being carried away but from a person who works in building design, to see the way these buildings fell was unreal. A total failure of steel and concrete, regarded as solid materials. I was glued to the tv all night, and I wanted to be awake to let my parents know I was safe. I ended up ringin them in the early hours as I didn’t want them to see any of the images I was seeing and panicking and worrying about me. I later found out the offices id visited the day before was gone, and I have yet to find out if my work colleges are well or alive.
The feeling of an earthquake is very strange, and initially the feeling is pretty funny. it’s a short wobble and the tremors don’t prepare you for a real quake. You know when it’s a serious situation when the shaking is growing, in time and in force. Its enough to bring you down to the floor. The shock afterwards was the worst, and when there isn’t a pack of fags hangin about its very stressful.
But the focus of the city is to search and survive. Demolish and then rebuild. The attitudes of the people are so inspiring and its so hard not to be caught up in haste of the challenge. To help others so that we can then help each other rebuild our home. To rebuild Christchurch.
This blog isn’t going to hold any photos, I don’t think it appropriate for this time. And the images of the city are all over the web anyway. I just wanted you lot to know how I saw it. This is the first part of my quake story so check in when I let you all know.
PEACE TD.
So its February 26th, its 4 days since the earthquake that struck Littleton, Christchurch. Im sure most of you that read this will have seen images and reports of the disaster that occurred on Tuesday 22nd of Feb. It’s a tragic time here, for all those families that have just lost their loved ones, their homes and the normality and structure of their own lives.
Today was a hard day. Friends of friends had lost their house during the quake and had asked myself and Steve to help salvage belongings from their shell of a home. When we turned up in the truck, after having driven through the destruction ing CHCH centre, we were presented with a destroyed family home, with exterior cladding torn away from the buildings frame, glass and roof tiles just spread everywhere. The drive was looked like a maze of stepping stones spread out over the lawn. Ashley, the guy who’s house it was, was there in good spirits but soon told us of how this has affected his children, his wife and their lives. He soon broke down not long after we began moving his belongings. It was hard for all of us to hold back tears. Looking around afterwards other family men had shown up with friends and trucks, like us, to help collect stuff.
The drive back was again awful, so many buildings, roads, cars, buses just destroyed. I couldn’t look anymore and once we got further back into the Canterbury Planes then the tension eased in the truck.
So id managed to get a job, Monday the 21st, called up and architects studio and was granted work instantly. I was advised to call again the next day to arrange a meeting and continue the small chat me and my boss Warren were having. I rang the morning of the quake, about 11.30am and spoke, confirmed and agreed on a time and a place to meet and begin work. I was excited to say the least. But at 1.21pm the 6.3 quake happened 10k under Lyttleton. The quake spread as far as Kaikoura, 115 miles away and affect electricity and water systems county wide.
When the quake hit id just return home from CHCH, I was by myself and just pissin about on facebook. Id had experience with tremors the week before and didn’t find the quake, to begin with, all that scary. But this thing just got more and more violent. And its just like you’ve seen in film, pictures on walls are falling, chairs drop, glass, plates, cups smashing. A tremor is normal, deep from the ground and only lasts 5 seconds, this quake went on for 14minutes. The quake was measured with the number of activity bursts. There were 64 individual minor quakes, amounting to a 14 minute quake.
Like the tool that I am I decided that I would be slightly helpful and hang on to a trophy cabinet in the living room during the quake!! The glass inside was being thrown about inside and I thought, ‘best grab hold of that en’.
About 15mins passed and the 2nd quake arrived. Its was shorter, but it also finished off a lot of buildings the 1st quake had disrupted. The historic buildings Christchurch parades in all tourist shops, all the great buildings that hold this countries heritage were grounded to piles of stone and dust. The concerns then turned to the people in those buildings. The news showed people surviving, being carried away but from a person who works in building design, to see the way these buildings fell was unreal. A total failure of steel and concrete, regarded as solid materials. I was glued to the tv all night, and I wanted to be awake to let my parents know I was safe. I ended up ringin them in the early hours as I didn’t want them to see any of the images I was seeing and panicking and worrying about me. I later found out the offices id visited the day before was gone, and I have yet to find out if my work colleges are well or alive.
The feeling of an earthquake is very strange, and initially the feeling is pretty funny. it’s a short wobble and the tremors don’t prepare you for a real quake. You know when it’s a serious situation when the shaking is growing, in time and in force. Its enough to bring you down to the floor. The shock afterwards was the worst, and when there isn’t a pack of fags hangin about its very stressful.
But the focus of the city is to search and survive. Demolish and then rebuild. The attitudes of the people are so inspiring and its so hard not to be caught up in haste of the challenge. To help others so that we can then help each other rebuild our home. To rebuild Christchurch.
This blog isn’t going to hold any photos, I don’t think it appropriate for this time. And the images of the city are all over the web anyway. I just wanted you lot to know how I saw it. This is the first part of my quake story so check in when I let you all know.
PEACE TD.
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