Nikki Westcott

She came back.

Is that a date?

Anyway, all right.

At some point in the middle of the night, we all woke up to the sound of pew, pew, pew, pew.

At first, in that half-asleep haze, it didn't quite register.

It almost sounded fake, high-pitched and squeaky.

But then came the unmistakable ricochet of something hitting metal and we knew that it was gunfire.

Oh, my God, the Kiwi guy turned to us and suddenly, very awake but very calm, said, if this bus stops, are you ready to hand over your valuables?

We're being hijacked.

Cheers, babes.

Welcome to Happy Hour with Lucy and Nikki, the real life shit you only discuss over a drink.

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Number one, the bus that didn't stop.

My friends and I were travelling throughout South and Central America and boarded what we think will just be another long, uncomfortable overnight bus ride.

The four of us travelling together were seated downstairs on the bus next to a laid-back Kiwi guy we'd only just met before boarding in Guatemala City.

You're quite rocked up, too.

I've got my dogs out.

I was like, fuck, dangerous day to have the dogs out.