A small sampling of some of the destruction caused by the earthquakes in Christchurch

Much of this started with the big quake in September and continues as there have been over 7,000 aftershocks since sept.  some registering over 5.

Container boxes are used as barriers and as support to try to keep some buildings in tact

Many historical and heritage buildings will be completly torn down, most not to be replaced or rebuilt

Brick buildings were the hardest hit

it is a depressing sight as building after building is either falling down, or destined to be taken down

The cliffs where many houses overlooked the ocean, all gave way in huge land slides

This cliff landed in the playground of an elementary school

This building was banged up in sept. and destroyed in dec.

The clock tower has been damaged top and bottom, but not known if it will have to come down.

This was a church--wooden frame surrounded by brick, brick did not make it

Even the more modern buildings did not fare well

                                     
Hard to believe this is part of the same city and less than 200 yards away!

All part of the city park of over 400 acres

Near Lincoln, where I am staying for a few days

Some pics from the road

the "Alps" in the background

                                      
A milking shed (parlor for you in the states) being rebuilt after the quake ruined it

More of the new shed

This is the silt that has pushed up through the ground, this is a small patch from an aftershock a week ago.  the original quake left approximatley 12 acres under about 10 inches of this stuff.

Some sheep on the way home, noticed the trimmed hedges

They have been battered, but still have thier sense of humor

Breakfast and beer?  Maybe we have a small problem here!



So on Sunday as we approached from the air Christchurch looked absolutely beautiful, big flat palins that stretched out to the base of the mountains, like the great palins of the american midwest.  But the fields were cut up with trees and dotted with small towns like western new york state and new england.  It was the middle of winter but the fields were still green, the streets were busy as cars with thier lights on buzzed up and down streets.  In the distance the mountains, or alps, as they call them here were majestic, covered in a dusting of white powder.  They towered above the plains with an unyielding strength and amazing beauty.  it was a pleasant drive from the airport to Lincoln, a small college town outside of the city.  It was hard to believe this area had been met with such unfortunate events in the past. 

That night it was brought to light with a tremor around 2 am local time.  Just one more in the many thousands that have filled the days and nights of these people since the original quake in September.  On monday morning I was given a bit of a tour of Christchurch.  Much of the heart of the city is still shut off from both viechle and pedistrian traffic.  Army personel make sure of that (not one to argue with automatic weapons).  It was difficult to get many photos from the car and roads are single lane and traffic was crowded so it was hard to get a lot of the damage on film.  The other aspect is I found it difficult to take pictures of other peoples misfortune, but the rivers are full of sandbars that were pushed up in the middle of the river, streets are like riding waves, cliffs have fallen, entire subdivision have been condemned, multiple story hotels lean tlike the tower of Pisa.  On the ground, Christchurch is very different than the air, it looks more like a war zone and it is depressing.  The center of the quake was in the middle of the city and it has a diameter of 15-20 miles of destruction, much of it never to look the same again.

But while some have left for other areas, and some are just tired of the situation and want for better times, some take it all in stride.  I had coffee with an older gentleman who told me, its time to stop talking about it, otherwise it consumes us, it becomes us, it will define us and that is when it wins.  So he says, if you want to talk rugby fine, but I will talk about the quakes.  You gotta love that kind of attitude.

Today I went to see a dairy farmer whose whole farm was torn apart by the quakes.  the milking shed (parlor) was torn apart when the quake struck at milking time that morning in sept., water lines were pulled apart, power lines blocked tractors in the shed, huge crevices about 2 yards wide and a 2-3 yards deep cut across lanes and pathways  so the cows were unable to reach the milking shed, the levy surrounding the farm from the river crumbled and buckled.  it all took less than 20 seconds!  there was nothing left untouched.  Fences, fields, buildings were all damaged to some degree.  As we talked about it he smiled and said "we'll slowly get it back together, besides what else did i have to do with my time?"  Typical dairy farmer.

I continued on to the rest of my appointments, but none left the kind of impression on me that he did.  Mother nature has incredible strength, that is undeniable.  The ability to wipe out a lifetime of work in a matter of a few deep breaths.  But even with all its strength it often meets its match in tenacity of the Human Spirit.  May God bless all the people of christchurch, and somehow find them some peace.

Just a funny

Just a tid bit I forgot to add to yesterday's post.  It has no deep insight, no revelation about how to solve the world's problems.  Not even a moment of self awakening.  Just a little story to try to demonstrate the life here in NZ, and the kind of people that live here.  It was sunday morning and I await the arrivial of my shuttle to Wellington airport to make my way to the Southern Island.  The shuttle arrives and we load and off we go to pick up the next passenger.  This is where the interesting part begins.   I do beleive that all shuttle drivers are just frustrated cabbies.  we take off like a shot, screaming thru yellow lights and around tight curves and "round abouts" (rotaries).  Then we head up into the hills around welly.  Think ski slope steep,winding roads back and forth--lots of hairpin turns, the road is about 2.5 car widths wide--if it was clear.  But there are cars parked on both sides and it is two way traffic.  On one side of the road--if no car parked there--is either a house hung out over the cliff or just the cliff and it is way down to the bottom.  On the other side is the mountain straight up!  every now and then there is a garage cut into the mountain--looks more like the caves in the white mountains of new hampshire,(i believe you would need to exit your car thru the sun roof).  But what makes this trip even more exciting is we are traveling at about 40-45 miles an hour up and down and back and forth.  slamming on the brakes when we meet a car, over curbs when possible to avoid crashes.  But not only are we doing this in an extended shuttle van--it has a small u-haul luggage carrier being towed behind!!!  By the time we got to the airport I almost wanted to burst out in laughter, the cost of the ride was well worth it both from a transport and an amusement quality. 

 This is for you Cassie, so you know its not all cows!

 The clock tower in Palmerston North, changes color every few minutes--NZ is big on public clocks

A ldftover from Cambridge, heart of NZ equine country (another for you Cassie!)

 On the way from palmerston north to Wellington (one side of the road)

 This is the other side of the road.  The mountain is into the clouds as the sun was begining to find its way out

Just some views from the road to Wellington

OH..?!?

 Was the sign really necessary?  I decided to turn back and find another route.

 Found the ocean, about half way to Wellington

                                     
 more ocean...

 Almost to Wellington

 Mountains straight up on one side, ocean on the other..maniac drivers inbetween..

 Hotel laundry and do it yourself clothesline..

 In case you forgot who I was or what I look like

 I got there at closing time.. still don't know the answers...

                                      
Inside a restuaraunt in Wellington...caricatures of many of the current and past politicians

Just cause hippos are cool

 Some pics around "Windy Welly"...

 the harbor...

 the "Beehive"  basically the prime minister and cabniet offices

 Parliment

 Landfill art all the stuff is pulled from the landfill and made into art around the landfill

 Wellington from Somes Island--used to be a quarantine island for people and animals before entry to NZ

Some of the animal quarantine units

More Welly from the island

A functioning lighthouse on the island


So It was a crazy week.  I made the trip down from Palmerston north to Wellington, the Capital city, or "Windy Welly" as many of the locals call it.  It was rainy the first day, good for two days and mixed on sunday when i left.  It was blowing on Sunday, though I must admit it is not much compared to the winds of Chicago or Baldwin Hill, at least in my opinion.  The trip down was nice with much scenery to see and mountainbs on one side and the ocean on the other, makes it easy not to get lost.  Wellington is a typical capital city, much hustle and bustle durring the day and early evening but everyone commutes in and weekends are pretty dead.  got a few meetings in.  First was with the president of Federated Farmers, very similar to Farm bureau.  The President was on his way out and had only 10 days left on his term, returning to farming and possibly into the world of politics.  He had some very interesting thoughts on many topics, but his main point boiled down to basic idea the we as a people have to have faith inthe human mind, spirit and the evolution of ideas.  We musn't give into fear, fear is our biggest enemy.  If we allow fear, rather than the evolution of ideas to dictate our course, we will not move forward as we will be to afraid to take that step.  I can tell you I know that to be true.  But it can be amazing what can take place when cast the fear aside and take the step and learn to fly on the way down, only then can the impossible be possible.  After that it was off to meet the American ambassador.  Was hoping to get a pic or two, but security being what it was--no go!  oh well.  He was a great guy who actually had spent summers milking cows on a relatives farm in danbury CT.  He was actually very interested in what I was finding out and seemed very educated on the whole Ag scene.  His Agricultural advisor was very interested in getting me to connect with some people in NZ later on because there are many NZ researchers trying to make connections with US researchers in the whole pasture management realm--so I may have one more job on my hands.  Friday was a visit to Landcorp, a farming business owned by the "crown" (which is NZ term for gov't)  they purchase land and farms and assemble them into profitable units and improve lands for farming, some of it is later sold off, much is retained and continued to be farmed in sheep, beef and dairy.  They spend much of their time and effort trying to match production with consumer wants.  This is a basic theme in NZ, they go to where it is sold, find out what types of products thier consumers are looking for and then try to find a way to produce that.  unlike many US farmers that continue to produce the same product and hope the consumer will put up with it.  After that was a visit to a fish and shell fish research station, a visit to where lord of the rings was filmed and Miramar studios, off to a bird sanctuary, the landfill art gallery on the way to the botanical garden preserve and back to the hotel.  Sat.  I was taken out to Somes Island which has been used as a POW camp, and DeGuasing station in WWII (de magnitizes ship so as to not set off the german mines) and most recently as a quarantine station for animals entering the country.(it has alos been used for sick human entry way way back).  It is now closed down except as a tourist attraction and nature preserve.  Then it was back to the hotel and get ready to try to get to the south island.

It has been an interesting trip so far but one thing struck me this past week as I meet not only with people in high places but a few other Eisenhower fellows who had been to america on their fellowship many years ago.  I get two responses over three continents when I tell people of my career change at this stage of my life--some (most) think it is a wonderful if not couragous thing I have undertaken.  Most see this turning out to be a good thing and opens many possibilites both at home and on the international scene and also as a practicing vet or in related fields also.  There are some that think it is a foolish mistake, one that could never pay off, they see it as never being able to pay off the debt of education, never enough time to advance the career to a high enough level once I get out of school.  I had a few minutes to contemplate this this past weekend and I came to a conclusion.  I myself have often wondered if I have ventured into the wrong course, not that getting out of farming was wrong but if trying to go back to school at this age was a mistake.  But I realized this the ones that think it is great, a couragous thing that will pay big dividends are the leaders of thier organizations, they are the risk takers that have made things pay off,  the ones that look at it as foolish may be good at what they do but they are more the spectator and not the matador.  I have decided that I much prefer to be the matador--the risk is higher, but so is the reward.
My final week is before me and with good luck I will be able to find some way to queenstown.  (the first winter storm is pulling in and the roads to queenstown from christchurc require chains if they are even open until the snow melts)  Then It will be the issue of the Ash cloud that has shut down all flights from NZ to australia!  I may be here for a while yet! 

Until next time