Friday, December 23
Dozens have been injured in Christchurch after a series of new Chritsmas earthquakes rattled the city. The strongest quakes were measured at 5.8 and 5.9. The quakes come ten months after a 6.3 magnitude quake killed more than 180 people in the New Zealand city.
Just sat on a bus on the five-hour journey down to Dunedin from Christchurch, catching up with some writing, ahead of tonight’s opening match between England and Argentina. It is a funny scene really. The bus reminds me of the bus I used to go to school on when I was 12: a ‘Midland Red’, I think they used to be called. While millions of rugby fans back home will be waking up soon with a buzz of excitement that today is the day the world cup begins for England, I find myself accompanied by about 10 england fans, half a dozen Argentines, a couple of farmers, and a weirdo with a baby, on a journey which feels more akin to going off to watch another sheep shearing show.
RWC Daily September 10
September 5th, 2011
It is a 70-minute Jet Star flight from the north island to Christchurch with cloud-free truly spectacular views of the snow-capped mountains in the north of the south island.
Yesterday, it was exactly one year on from the Christchurch earthquake that killed nearly 200 people. Clearly the city is still struggling to recover with countless aftershocks still rattling the nerves of locals. On the airport bus in I see three churches that lie almost completely destroyed and dozens of cordoned off empty plots of land where buildings once stood. I am only in Christchurch briefly to take the Inter City coach service a couple of hours north to Kaikoura but even the former bus station is out of bounds; a small shack and a roadside stop now the place where the buses run from. Originally England’s opening matches were due to be played here but the city simply isn’t deemed safe enough to host the games and no longer has the basic infrastructure needed, so they have subsequently been moved 5 hours south to Dunedin. Rebuilding Christchurch is no simple task; many parts of the city are only just being considered safe to live in once more and many months if not years of reconstruction await. Meanwhile, the earthquakes continue with some fearing an even bigger tremor is on the cards. I am told 80,000 residents have left the city already fearing the worst.
It is truly pristine countryside on the journey up to Kaikoura although with the jet lag kicking in, 6pm feels more like 6am to me and I find myself nodding off to sleep and waking with a start on several occasions. Once we hit the ocean road around sunset the views are truly stunning: a wild surf crashes against the rock-strewn shoreline with cliffs soaring vertically into the heavens and a sea mist obscuring the distant horizon and road ahead.
We arrive in Kaikoura in darkness and I track down Dusky Lodge backpackers. It is always a relief to find that you are the only person in your dormitory. I hate staying in dorms but at 14 quid a night, you cannot complain. Especially if you have got the room all to yourself and the night sky looks as magical as it does here from the rooftop veranda.