In my three or so years here in Honduras, I think I’ve felt tremors but then I can’t decide if it’s lorries passing by or if I’ve eaten one too many baleadas and I’m just suffering a bit of runny, gassy emissions.
This was a definite tremor. It took place on Monday night at roughly 10pm while I was doing some writing in the living room. The vibration took place over two minutes and the world literally rattled like lame fun house at a lame funfair. Consider it shaken but not stirred, nothing broke and there were no injuries (in my residence, that is, but in Salvador, an unlucky soul died when an electric pylon fell on her), nor did I feel in fear. The earthquake took place off the Salvadoran coast, 87 kilometres or so, and it was felt across Central America. Emergency services were expecting tsunamis but nothing much arrived, luckily, because Amapala would have been right its path. There is another earthquake due soon apparently, which isn’t a great surprise considering the plates are quite frequently nudging each other. Hopefully it won’t be any worse than that.
I can now say I’ve survived an earthquake in Honduras.