Andrew and I were hard at work tidying, scrubbing, conducting engine maintenance, removing ropes and sails, and generally getting Sonrisa ready to withstand the six month cyclone season alone in the Tonga Boat Yard.  My poor father was trying to reach his eldest daughter in Tonga, after hearing New Zealand experienced an earthquake of 7.8 magnitude on the Richter scale.  By the time we fired up our systems to collect email, he had been waiting hours to hear from us.  I felt bad.  It was just a sunny, warm day in Tonga with no danger in sight.