We will stay in Christchurch for two days if all goes as planned. Both days will be work days and we have a lot of things to take care of, including a broken instrument. Oh well; all we can do is do our best today, then try to do better tomorrow, so that’s it. I am sure it will be fine, the problem is not that bad.
The first night in Christchurch there was a small 4.4 magnitude earthquake at 1:21 in the morning, which fortunately for me, was in the horizontal direction and the motion was across my bed and not very strong. Sleepy, I felt it and it seemed like the rocking and rolling of a mother, lulling her child to sleep, so I tucked in and slept on. My room was as cold as a thousand year old permafrost layer with a frozen woolly mammoth inside it (myself), so the sleep was very good and by 6 am I was up, refreshed, fully dressed in 20 seconds and ready to wash my face, having put on a sweater and boots and everything, thinking that I could use another sweater if things kept on going this way. Later, my friends said they opened the windows and it warmed up inside a little bit since it was 4ºC outside. I may try that; figuring out how to use the temperature controls in my room would be another, but kind of a defeatist and much less adventurous, option.