I was whining recently that Tokyo hasn't experienced an earthquake for quite a while. I always get tense and nervous when there has been little seismic activity, as I envisage the plates under the sea building up with pressure and I can only relax when I know that a tremor has released some of the built-up tension. And yes, I'm still talking about earthquakes. Possibly.
It was with some relief that I heard there was a 5.7 earthquake just over 100kms from Tokyo last Friday morning at 2.50am. Apparently it woke a lot of people from their slumber and some even fell out of bed, but this earthquake roving reporter slept through the whole event. I grapple with insomnia most nights and am awake more than I care to be. I sometimes find life in Japan to be akin to walking on a path along a cliff face, and I spend the wee hours of the morning worrying about stuff. Sometimes the path is quite wide, and I'm not too close to the edge, so I can skip along quite happily, completely forgetting the presence of the ominous precipice. Other times, like now, the path is very narrow, and I gingerly edge my way along, trying not to look down and hoping I won't fall. Despite all this, for some bizarre reason I was asleep for the minute or so that I actually would have wanted to be awake. I hate missing out on earthquakes as I find them quite fascinating and totally bizarre to experience.
However, I guess we are quite lucky here. The east coast of Russia is inundated with them at the moment.