The shaking lasted for about two minutes.
It was just after 4am and we both came too simultaneously. Naya came down from her upper level. We were already five floors up.
And we were spooked not having a damn clue whether it was a pre-cursor to a larger one or whether it was the major one and that there would be following after shocks. It would be fair to write that we panicked and got dressed, stuffed stuff into backpacks and were happy to vacate the building.
A simple message on face back about it being a bit of a ground shake and we were able to learn from friends back in NZ that the quake epi-center was near the northeastern border between Peru and Brazil – 248 kms to the north of Puerto Maldonado. Thank goodness the 7.1 magnitude was deep.
Shallower and it would have been a different blog narrative, if any at all!
The building codes here are – well, there aren’t any. And by the many types of exposed construction sites on the go, it isn’t hard to imagine the consequences if the later had occurred.
Fear and anxiety don’t just abate because the sun comes up. It stayed with us for the remainder of the day. Getting out for a walk helped somewhat. So too did cooking tea for Naya, Bronte and the two new airbnb arrivals Ejler and his mate Juan. As did the bottle of red (Brent) and Russian Vodkas (everyone else) and, the karaoke and dancing around the apartment until they (Naya, Bronte, Ejler and Juan) decided to go out.
Not us oldies. We had a cup of tea, watched some YouTube music to settle the nerves before hitting the fart sack. But do the nerves ever settle? Over time perhaps. Perhaps not. Holding a tarantula was enough to give the heart extra palpitations! Add the fact that we are going to Puerto Maldonado to do it after Machu Picchu skips one or two now we have had the ground shake.
Life has to go on.
Notwithstanding, cheers to all those who sent “stay safe” and thinking of us messages.
They were comforting and, certainly helped.