There a thousand stories of Christchurch 12.51pm 22rd February 2011 now itched in History of the worst day in NZ history but this is ours.
Early afternoon we were all working as normal and I was talking on the phone to my brother Bill as the Insurance Assessors were coming in two hours time for damage from the earthquake of September 4th of the size 7.4. Bill said “shit it’s an earthquake” I said in a joke will I stop doing this report but he was gone. Then it got nasty and the noise was deafening as everything in the hotel flew of the walls and glass breaking everywhere. We stayed in the building as we didn’t realise how bad it was, so we stayed where we were. Tava was by the keyboard, Debbie and Matty were in the door coming out of back office and me on the other side of front desk. The lights on front desk got a great swing on and came off their wire supports went through the end wall and the hole 8m of them landed on the floor still going just missing Tava, she started screaming. Then the funniest thing happened (if you can make a joke out of anything of this.) Debbie sort of moon walked over top of all this broken stuff on the floor and gave Tava a hug with the look on her face you would use to comfort a child and then moon walked back to her under the door position. So as the shake slowed down we went out through the front doors.
I run inside got the camera and started snapping off shots of the inside of the inside of the Hotel it looked real bad but the big fish tank was still in place. But then it started to shake again so I ran back outside. The staff were holding on to anything to give them support on their feet. When it stopped I headed back inside to finish the photos and the fish tank was smashed on the floor with live fish gravel and broken glass everywhere. Everybody had moved to the street front of the building where the bar came out on to the street. We grabbed chairs and blankets for people in shock. The bar door was open and bottles all over the floor so I just picked out the good ones Debbie got a table to put them on and told everybody to help them self. Then hundreds of people flowed past the Hotel as the people walked out of the destroyed city. I managed to get all the staff together (what had not run) and told them we have to clean up fast as the Hotel was in working order and would be needed right away. Our staff where dazed but got on with the job. Debbie set about making the front desk work and the computers in order. We had no water, but the hotel was running again by 6pm with a big buffet and fed 200 people by 8pm that night.
We knew people were dying in the streets of the city but we had to keep going as the 70 staff we had only 20 showed up all shell shocked. Maureen was in Nelson but got a ride back driving as fast as they could to get back to her family and hotel. Ang and Brain came from Nelson with a trailer load of water. Aaron Broderick (Ron’s son) arrived from Nelson and me old mate Gary Broderick with Ryan Rollinson a friend of Debbie’s just made the hotel work.
There was a spring at the back of one of our houses on the site so we run a hose around to the kitchen so we had cooking and with gas stove we could heat water for washing dishes. The Hotel was full of Police, security and media with big names like Ray Martin from channel Nine 60 minutes Aust. How Debbie stayed awake to work I will never know only sleeping about three hours a day. Running the computer day and night to keep a track of thing, people sleeping in conference rooms anywhere they could.
Within a couple of days we set up a temporary hot water system in front of the kitchen. Then as the days went we bought a pump and filled the tanks on one block of the Hotel that gravity feed some units so people could go and have hot showers in the Gym and use flush toilets.
My heart goes out to those that lost their loved ones friends and workmates as we know what a loss can do to you and your family. As the days have past the enormity of the situation has evolved and will continue to evolve as one of the biggest disasters of New Zealand history.

