Yikes. I remember two tremours when i was in NZ in 1990. One, I was in a backpackers hostel in Wellington, in a room on my own and in the wardrope was nothing but some wire coat hangers. I was awaken by them rattling !!!!. WTF was that ? Oh, probably just a tremour. This was my second experience of a tremour in NZ so I wasn't too phased. The first was a few months earlier and I was in Whanganui at a persons house. I was feeling queezy with a leg injury, I was in the home of an A&E nurse who took me home to look after me for the weekend. I was sat on the sofa watching the Ranfurly Cup on TV and my host was tidying the garden. Their home was a large prefab. movable one, I felt it move in my stomach, like I was starting to be sick like when you crest a hump backed bridge in a car. I put my hands on the sofa to feel if it was moving as I wasn't sure if I was just being queezy or not. Later I was in the garden chatting to my host and he introduced me to his neighbour. "Did you feel the earth move ?" he said. "At about 3:15 ?" I replied, "Yes" he said. "Yes" I said.