February 24th, 2006

“Wouldn’t it be great if there was a quake while we were there” I said to Lara, before our Tokyo trip. She looked at me with her sort-of incredulous, wide-eyed expression, which I love because I know that I’ve shocked her. We laughed, or actually I laughed, and we carried on packing.

I’m the kind of person that enjoys big thunder storms and turbulents, so in the end the inevitable quake we actually experienced was a bit underwhelming. I’m not looking for falling chunks of masonry or anything, but I don’t think I’d have even noticed it if the concierge hadn’t frozen in an action stance, her eyes-wide, and whispered: “earthu-qua-ku!”

I felt it – just – on the edge of perception. It was a truly sub-sonic, chest vibrating experience. Nothing profound, but still cool. We were in the lobby, and the hotel tower must be pretty well protected from that sort of thing, so maybe the vibrations were less pronounced than outside. I wish we’d been in our room on the 24th floor. That would’ve been more of a shake.

Looks like it was magnitude 3 where we were.

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