I am writing this blog entry sitting on the Shinkansen (Bullet Train) out of Tokyo. I know that a lot of you were concerned for my safety. Thank you for all of the messages, prayers and words of safe passage.  I made it.  In exactly one hour and forty three minutes the train will pull into Nagoya, some 260 kilometres south west of Tokyo, putting more space between myself and the nuclear disaster on the coast. As the monolithic Mount Fuji passes by my window, I am feeling safer by the second.  Being in the middle of the earthquake was terrifying and very stressful, but that was manageable stress. As the news broke regarding the explosion at the Fukushima nuclear power plant, I became obsessed with finding out all I could. Where exactly is the power station in relation to where I am? What direction is the wind blowing? What are the current radiation levels? I would refresh the various news and information websites constantly to find out any new developments. This was definitely not manageable stress. I was worried like never before in my life and felt a real sense of physical danger.  Being a fan of all things scientific, I know that radiation poisoning is a horrible thing and I do hope they get the situation under control. I can’t think of a more horrible way to go.  My heart goes out to all those that perished and are displaced by the devastation of the earthquake and tsunamis. I was one of the lucky ones that only saw the horrible devastation on the television and for that I am thankful.  As the Shinkansen speeds up to more than 250 km/hour, I get further by the second from the most nerve racking three days of my entire life. I finally feel a sense of relative safety and can put my mind at ease.