Surviving an earthquake and a Japanese biker bar

Within a 24 hour period

Shingza! Shingza! Shingza! The voices said as I struggled to open my eyes and get my bearings. (Shingza is probably not what it said but it’s what I heard). I looked at my phone, it was 7am and I was as hungover as you’d expect me to be after spending the night karaoke-ing away at a Japanese biker bar called Iron boneds (actual spelling).