higher ground for risk of a tsunami, which took some time. Passing and picking up a few people running along the street, tourists staying at the lodge down the road, their bare feet bloody. She knew the next morning when she saw our vans back at the property that we must be okay. I knew she would be worrying about us, but it was oddly reassuring to hear it from her.

Emma, always seemingly prepared for situations like these, had information. She informed us that there was both clean water and Wi-Fi up at the hospital on the peninsula, and which roads to take to access that. Fortunately, the hospital had recently been renovated and could withstand the strongest earthquakes. Information in our situation became almost as basic a necessity as food and water. Nathan and Courtnay got their bicycles...

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