This is what happens when you ask too long to stop writing about your August holiday in Christchurch - a massive earthquake hits the city, bringing about damage, destruction and devastation and thus requiring you do a rewrite. Man, what a hassle, etc.
I came to Christchurch on the TranzCoastal train, as percentage of my "Oh, I am so weary of flying" phase, in which I observed that the ferryboat and groom can be only as slow as air travel, only much much slower.
