Skiing (and Earthquakes)

Funny funny day ... Yesterday I left Rotorua on a flight at 5.30PM, we flew to Wellington, circled for 30 minutes due a bad storm and a closed airport, then eventually landed once it passed. I then waited for an hour to get on a plane to Christchurch, arriving at 9pm, much later than the scheduled 7.30. No problem, except we were supposed be going to Lake Tekapo skiing for the weekend.

We decided to go anyway, arriving soon before midnight, then settling down to sleep. Woken however in the middle of the night by an earthquake. Didn't think much of it.

Until the next morning, text and phone calls started pouring in ... Are you OK? Yep, beautiful day, we're off skiing. Our hometown however had suffered a quake. We watched the news. Made numerous phone calls, and ascertained that there was nothing we could do, everyone was safe, although we didn't know of any damage. The office and house had to be checked.

So yes, off we went, skiing, feeling a little guilty I'd have to say, but there was no point going home. What a day!

During the course of the day there we're many more discussions. House, OK; office, mostly. The builder and engineer gave us an initial assessment and we're good to go for Monday, minus our kitchen. But that?s minor compared to many other businesses.

Well, what a day. This is the view from the top of the new Heritage Express at Roundhill ski field. It?s awe inspiring - both the view, the slope, and the experience of getting up a nutcracker (rope tow) that is 1.4km long and rises 632 metres.

Nuts. Kiwis eh ...

Thinking of all you CHC blippers tonight, hope it's a little calmer!