Swerve, Swerve, BOOM!


I mean I knew the adventure travel was about to begin, I just wasn’t aware it was to start on the long, arduous bus ride from Edmonton to Vancouver.

It all began at the Greyhound station. I ate my weed chocolate bar just before midnight. I had been advised not to eat all of, but you know, I wanted to sleep – and waited. And then waited. And waited some more.

Our bus was having technical difficulties. Alas, finally we boarded around 1am. We were on our way! …I could sleep at last. But a few hours later…


I awoke.


What the fuck is going on?


Are we going to die here? Is this bus about to go off a mother fucking mountain? I was oddly calm about it despite the possibilities on that dark patch of black ice.


We were in a snow bank.

Between Hinton and Jasper, in what seemed the middle of nowhere (with probable gorgeous sights of the Rockies that we couldn’t see in the pitch black of 5 am), the bus was jammed into the snow.

As the bus was on a 45 degree angle, we were told to get off, for safety and all, into the cold weather outside. Just in case the bus flipped. I did a nice face plant in my attempt to leave the bus. Hey, I was still high on weed chocolate, attempting to walk on crooked ground. My new friends gave me a hand up. We were all in it together now.

Outside was a shock; the cold of winter, surrounded by snow… As it mother fucking rained. What. The. Hell. It does not rain in the snow.

So we froze for a while until the bus driver told us if we were cold we could reboard the bus, so long as we sat on the far side. The non-bus-tipping side if you will. Was this safe? Probably not. But what good things in life are? My freezing ass reboarded. A friend started eating Pringles. It wasn’t long before he gave them to me… Stoned as shit girl over here needs the chips.

Rescue arrived and shuttled us to the Jasper Greyhound depot, where I would sleep on the floor, far more cozily than on a bus, for the next four hours. But not before being given Pringles from a new friend who asserted that I – on my extremely strong weed chocolate – needed them more.

Eventually our good ol’ mechanical difficulty having, ditch running bus arrived for us. Woo?

Of course by this time the weed chocolate had worn off and I’d have to face most of the journey ahead without. After all, we’d only just made it a few hours down the road. It soon dawned on me that I would not in fact make it to Vancouver in time for the last ferry to Victoria of the night… Not even close.

Thank god for good friends in Van to put my ass up.

…well, no more boring sitting in bed with my computer for me. The adventure has begun – rain, snow, skids and all.


Danie is a lovable and insane digital nomad of sorts. If you ever wondered what's a nomad, you've come to the right place. She enjoys oversharing, telling every detail of her life, and chilling on the beach, among other things. Danie is rather odd, and she likes it that way. Be sure to subscribe to hear more of her ramblings, and find out when Danie finally gets to fulfill her biggest dream: cuddling a platypus.


  1. Enjoy BC. Hitch hike next time 😉 I got stuck in the snow in revelstoke one time for 4 hours because the busdriver wasnt big enough to reach the pedals. Seriously. To make up for that making me miss my next bus and leaving me in calgary for 7 hours they gave me a $5 food voucher. All I could afford was fries. Been taking the greyhound for years, onky way to do it os to smoke/eat tons of weed.

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