There have been times when I haven’t been sure what the point of Twitter is, or if connecting to lots of people on Facebook was really worthwhile, but in the past week I have been incredibly grateful to have use of these free services.  It was Twitter that allowed me to get the message out that I was O.K. after the quake, and Facebook has allowed me to update my friends and family throughout the past week without having to contact everyone individually.

Thank you.

Once we were finally back on the ground we needed to decide what to do next.  I still had no phone signal and no idea how serious the earthquake had been.  The streets were full of people who had been evacuated from buildings or train stations.  We decided that it had to be a good idea to move to higher ground. We had come from Roppongi Hills earlier in the day and we walked back via the same route.  This was a good plan as I didn’t want to take an unfamiliar route.  I have absolutely no sense of direction and really didn’t want to get lost.

This did mean walking back by the supermarket that sold the beans.  At this stage grocery shopping was the last thing on my mind.  And even if I had wanted to the store, like many others on the street, had been closed.  Apart from some of the shops closing we didn’t see a lot of problems.  There was some broken glass and indications that people were worried but nothing overly alarming.

Once I finally had a 3G signal I managed to get to Twitter.  Then I started to see the messages from friends wanting to know where I was and asking me to get in touch with my family as soon as possible.  I have a sister-in-law in Australia who had already seen the news as I had been in the tower for quite some time.  I posted quickly stating that I had been in Tokyo Tower but that I was now on the ground.  I then went to the Japan Meteorological Agency website to get information about the quake.  I’m so glad that I wasn’t able to access that from the tower.  It told me how big the quake was and, given that I actually have read the information I’d been given about dealing with earthquakes in Japan, I knew that the quake was huge.

The site also also showed a red flashing tsunami warning.  Tsunamis are the reason I don’t live in an apartment by Tokyo bay.  There is something terrifying about huge walls of water.  Much as I love the sea I never want to see it come for me.

We kept walking and got to the Mori Tower quite quickly.  Some people have been surprised that after my experience in Tokyo Tower that I was planning to get inside another one.  But my husband works in the Mori Tower and he has assured me that it’s built to withstand earthquakes.  I also knew that his company would have food, water, and disaster kits.

I tried contacting Marty when Norwin and I arrived at the tower, but my phone still wasn’t making calls.  There were security guards standing at the doors to the lobby and I could see that it was already full of people.  At first I didn’t want to go in but since my phone wouldn’t work Norwin convinced me that the best way to get in touch with Marty was to get reception to ring him.  I went in and joined the long queue of people trying to reach other people inside the tower.  The quake meant that the elevator had been stopped and with the many aftershocks it looked like it could be hours before it started again.

We stayed in the tower for hours.  The elevators didn’t work and I didn’t think I would be in any fit state to evacuate if I walked up the 44 flights of stairs to where Marty was.  Once the elevators were working again we went up and sat in a rest area of the office.  There was a T.V. showing BBC world news and it was horrifying.  While sitting in the lobby we were aware that there had been a huge earthquake and aftershocks, but we had heard nothing about the tsunami other than the warning I had seen.  We also hadn’t been able to find out much on the internet as I was worried about my phone dying.  It was so hard to get a signal and all the searching for one was killing the battery. We used the phone only to send messages to other people to let them know that we were safe.

We considered spending the night sleeping at the office as it would have taken about 3 hours to walk home but trains did start again and at 11 o’clock we ventured outside.  If we hadn’t manage to get a train we could always have gone back to the office.  We tried the Hibiya line and they had a train going to Ueno.  This left us with a walk that we imagined would take less than an hour.

The train journey wasn’t pleasant.  The train was mostly empty but it kept stopping because of frequent aftershocks.  At one point it looked as if the walls of the train tunnel were moving but it was actually the train moving about on the tracks.

Ueno station was filled with people sitting on the ground on plastic sheets.  I imagine that many people spent the night there as it was already after midnight and most trains were not running.  I was glad that we could walk from there as the station was quite cold.  We were carrying emergency kits and they had some sort of blanket in them but the floor of the station would not have been a great place to spend the night.

The walk home wasn’t difficult.  There were still lots of people outside walking home.  I think it took us just under an hour to reach the apartment and I was delighted to get home.  The elevators in the building were working, we had electricity and water, but the gas wasn’t working.  This meant that there was no heating and explained why the lobby of the building had quite a few woman and small children on the floor as it was warm down there.

Our apartment was mostly fine.  Some things had moved, a couple of things had fallen over, but it was hard to believe that there had been such a huge quake.  I lay on the sofa and Marty true to form started to hunt through the cupboards for food.  He opened the cupboard and asked, “Do we have any beans?”

This morning I wasn’t woken up by an earthquake.  I was feeling fine until I started to read my email.  It’s full of messages telling me that the UK press and media are saying that we need to leave Tokyo right now.  I’ve even been told that the Foreign Office are telling people to leave Tokyo right now.

This is not what we are hearing in Tokyo and we are registered with the Foreign Office.  They are certainly saying that there should be no non-essential travel to Japan:

We advise against all non essential travel to Tokyo and north eastern Japan given the damage caused by the 11 March earthquake and resulting aftershocks and tsunami.

They are also saying the following about the health risk in Tokyo:

The most recent advice from the UK’s Chief Scientific Adviser remains that for those outside the exclusion zone set up by the Japanese authorities there is no real human health issue that people should be concerned about. This advice is kept under constant review. However, due to the evolving situation at the Fukushima nuclear facility and potential disruptions to the supply of goods, transport, communications, power and other infrastructure, British nationals in Tokyo and to the north of Tokyo should consider leaving the area.

This information comes from the Foreign Office website and not from sources like The Sun newspaper, whose headlines are horrifying.

I would also say that the exclusion area is 20km and that we are more than 200km from the area.

As well as the Foreign Office we are getting information everyday from Marty’s employer.  At the minute I am listening to a conference call with a nuclear expert explaining what is happening and he has a very similar opinion to the British scientists.  The Foreign Office has stated the following:

The Chief Scientific Adviser said the Japanese Government’s advice is entirely proportionate and appropriate to the risk.

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Those of you who are living in Tokyo, you are a long way away from the reactor, and although there have been reports that there have been slightly increased levels of radiation, this is trivial in terms of a health effect.  So we would like to reassure people that well away from the reactor there is not an issue for people living around there.

I’m getting fed up with being told that people in Tokyo should go about their daily life as normal.  I realise that this is probably being said to prevent panic but life in Tokyo at the minute just isn’t normal.  And people know that.  Why else would petrol and food be selling out? I had only started to write this rant when I received a notification about another aftershock.  Earthquakes are common in Japan but the earthquake on Friday has led to a large increase in the number of shocks.

I enjoy living in Tokyo.  It is an incredibly convenient city with a public transport system like no other I have ever experienced.  It has amazing restaurants, bars, and shops.  It’s a great place to go on holiday and I have a friend staying at the minute who arrived on holiday last week.  On a normal holiday I would take him sight-seeing, we would have hired a car and gone to see the snow monkeys, we would eat out, and we would probably have gone to karaoke.

Instead we stay within walking distance of the apartment.  We haven’t been on a train since the day of the major quake.  We aren’t going to hire a car and go sight-seeing as that would be a ridiculous thing to do.  We aren’t eating in restaurants as we haven’t seen any that are open.  We are spending hours looking at news channels.  We will consider going to the grocery store today but we are aware that we won’t be buying bread, rice, or dairy.

There are trains running but it is a limited schedule and we don’t want to go out only to get stuck miles away from the apartment.  Walking to the apartment after a major quake isn’t terrible but we’ve already done that in the last week.  We also don’t want to use the trains if we don’t actually need to as we would rather people who need to travel were able to do so.

My week also isn’t normal.  I’m still online but mainly to answer queries about how I am.  I’m not sleeping well because the aftershocks keep waking me up.  The language school has closed, my clinic has cancelled my appointment and I haven’t been able to visit my friends.  I’m not able to go to the gym.  We haven’t even washed the towels as it seems to be a waste of electricity and water.  We are expecting the power to go out on rolling basis and we are conserving electricity.

Marty has been going to work, but that’s not happening in a normal manner either.  He takes longer to get there and to get home.  (And the apartment is shaking again, this is another strong quake.  So I’m going to stop ranting for a while.)  His work is providing lunch because of the limited number of restaurants that are open.  Yesterday he attended a seminar on nuclear technology.

None of this stuff is overly important.  I am incredibly fortunate to be safe and warm.  But it just. Isn’t. Normal!

After hundreds of aftershocks you get numb.  I still feel the building move, because I’m on the 24th floor of a high-rise apartment.  I still feel queasy, because I appear to suffer from motion sickness.  But the aftershock tonight made me jump right out of my chair.  There was loud bang which sounded as if someone had thumped the window.  The building started to move and my stomach started to flip.

We were still able to move around and we opened up the doors and I moved to the hall.  We have emergency kits and helmets there and I would like to be close to the exit.  The emergency kits contain a blanket, water, glow sticks, some odd looking food rations, a whistle, a map, and gloves.  I wondered about the gloves but I was told that they were to protect my hands from glass.

Thankfully we didn’t need to leave the apartment, but tonight I am truly fed up with the building shaking.  I am also very aware that we have been incredibly fortunate.

It’s hard to explain what is happening in Tokyo.  Things have not returned to normal but many normal things are happening.  I still cooked and baked yesterday afternoon.  Marty has gone to work this morning.  But my routine is not my normal one.  For the past few days I have been woken by earthquakes and not be an alarm clock.  This morning it was the 6.2 quake in Ibaraki-ken that woke me. We have emergency kits in the hall beside the door.  I’m not cleaning or doing anything non-essential that would involve using gas or electricity.  I am watching T.V. which is something I never do during the day.

I have decided to mostly watch Japanese news.  The world news is horrifying in different ways that the Japanese news.  It is true that there was an explosion at a nuclear reactor this morning but the world news has lots of speculation and uses sensational words like “Chernobyl”.  Here in Japan the news includes lots of information on what is being done by the scientists.  I find it comforting that the news is now making lists of services that are closed.  This would make incredibly boring world news but it shows that now more things are open than closed.  After the first quake it was much simpler to list, for example, which train lines were running as so few were.

We are expecting a power cut soon but I will continue to monitor the news until that happens.

Yesterday was an eventful day.  I ended up on the special observation deck of Tokyo Tower during the worst Japanese earthquake in recent history.  It sounds completely horrific, and in some ways it was, but it wasn’t anywhere near as frightening as it could have been.

I hadn’t planned to be there.  What I did want to do was buy Heinz Baked Beans.  Norwin and I met Marty for lunch in Roppongi Hills and afterwards I wanted to walk to one of the international supermarkets.  I crave beans and not many places in Tokyo sell them.  Taking a visitor to a supermarket, especially one selling food he can buy whenever he wants, seemed rather a dull thing to do.  I remembered that the tower was only about 10 minutes or so from there and we decided to visit that first.

We bought tickets, walked around the main observation deck, and waited until our number was called.  It’s Japan.  We queue for everything.  And this was an organised place with a numbering system to let us know when it was our turn to catch the lift to the special observation deck.  I didn’t enjoy the lift.  It was shaking and it made me feel uneasy.  But the member of staff working in the lift wasn’t reacting so I assumed that it was normally a shaky ride.

We stepped out of the lift on to what felt like the deck of a ship.  Everything was swaying and my first thought was that it was the wind.  But people were lurching around and then sitting on the floor.  I couldn’t walk straight, and after a bit of pretending I was fine, decided to sit on the floor.  At that stage I knew it was an earthquake.  At first Norwin was excited because it was a new experience for him and he assumed that it was a minor quake.  But the tower kept shaking.  We started to make jokes, as you do, and waited for the shaking to stop.  I noticed that some people around me were crying quietly, but the shaking stopped.

We got up and walked around a bit.  We couldn’t leave because the lift stopped working and the stairs were outside and unsafe.  We started talking to the other foreigners, and then the shaking started again.  This time I was frightened.  Outside the traffic had stopped, there was a fire in Odaiba, crowds of people were being evacuated, but inside there was no panic.  There was a group of nursery school children sitting quietly against the wall.  The staff were apologizing but they were calm.  We chatted, we joked, talked about where we came from, and waited.  There was no point in doing anything else.

I think that we were there for around an hour and a half.  It’s hard to be sure.  I know that it was an hour before I managed to send a text message to Marty.  But time moved strangely. I know that we got in the lift, had to walk down 600 steps, and that staff from the tower were waiting to give us a refund, but that whole part of the afternoon is vague in my mind.  My one goal was to get out of the tower.  I have never been more relieved to get out of a building.

(Norwin is ahead of me with blogging and has a written up our day complete with pictures.)

I need to decide which conferences I will attend this year.  At the minute I am only certain about two – YAPC::NA in Asheville and YAPC::EU in Riga.

I am considering attending OSCON, mainly to help out with TPF‘s booth, but there are three weeks between it and YAPC::NA.  I don’t know if I want to stay in America for those three weeks as doing that will mean being away from home for about 6 weeks in total.  YAPC::EU is two weeks after OSCON so it would make sense to travel from America to Europe, if I attend OSCON.  But that would mean being away from home for nearly 10 weeks.  That will be very expensive and very tiring.  The thought of flying to and from Japan for all three conferences is also fairly horrifying.

The OSCON call for papers closes soon but for someone who talks so much I can’t think of anything worth saying.

I imagine that I will attend YAPC::Asia.  Even if it isn’t held in Tokyo it’s going to be closer to me that the American or European conferences.  I’d also like to attend OSDC in Australia, but I’ll make a decision on that once the dates have been announced.

I’m home again.  It’s going to take me the rest of this week to catch up with the electronic world.  It’s also going to take me a while to work out some sort of normal routine.  And the thought of sorting out three suitcases of laundry makes me want to crawl into bed with my Kindle for a week.  Being on holiday has made me lazy.

When you are hurtling towards a tree on the beach it’s hard to remember the instructions you were given just 20 minutes earlier.  I needed to stand straight and the machine would stop.  But instead I wanted to pull on the handlebars, effectively making the thing jump backwards.  (No matter what Marty tells you I did not hit that tree.  I stopped right at the tree, just before I hit it.)

Marty managed to talk me into riding a Segway.  I wasn’t convinced that I wanted to try this, but he was really keen.  Before we were allowed on we had to watch a safety video.  Seeing all the different ways that you could fall off and injure yourself wasn’t exactly inspiring but by that stage I was already committed.

Getting on the Segway wasn’t overly difficult, but once I was on it I could feel it trying to get away from me.  Every time I moved it responded.  Just the other night I saw part of one of the early Harry Potter movies.  Harry was learning how to ride a broomstick, and you could see the sticks hopping about eager to fly.  Well, the Segway felt like it was eager to be off on the island tour.  It’s built to respond to your movements but it still felt strange.  And I wasn’t overly happy when it started to move backwards.

It was fun though, and it responded very much like skis do, well apart from the ability to go backwards.  To stop all you have to do is stand up straight.  Sounds incredibly easy and it works as long as your body is relaxed.  When you are in a flap the Segway tends to get confused.

I like to take new things slowly and was perfectly happy riding the Segway along the roads and paths.  I wasn’t so good at the bumpy surface of the grass and I felt completely out of control when I got to the beach.  Turns out that not only don’t I like the feel of sand under my feet, but I’m not fussed on how bumpy it feels under a Segway.