All is good.

My friends arrived in the hostel last night, thank god, so all is good again. I burst into tears cause although I was sure they were fine, I didn´t know for definite and I ws just supressing all the emotions. It took me about 4 seconds to recognise my friend Becky cause her face was so swollen from the sandboarding accident. The boys tell me it was way worse before so I can only imagine. Their stories from the quake were hilarious- all saying our fathers as they huddled together. Luckily no injuries. Weve met other travellers since who had to climb over dead bodies to get out of crumbling buildings- horrendous stories which make me relaise how flipant I was being wanting to be more in the thick of it just for a good story.