Humor of Non-Stop Bus in Norway is from a book by humorist Bill Bryson titled ‘Neither Here Nor There: Travels in Europe’, pages 21-22.
This excerpt is about the humor of Non-Smoking on a Non-Stop bus in Norway.
Not long after leaving Oslo I became aware with a sense of unease that no one on the bus was smoking.
I could see no NO SMOKING signs, but I wasn’t going to be the first person to light up and then have everyone clucking at me in Norwegian.
I was pretty certain that the man in the seat across the aisle was a smoker—he looked suitably out of sorts—and even more sure that the young man ahead of me must be. I have yet to meet a grown-up reader of comic books who does not also have an affection for tobacco and tattoos.
I consulted the ‘Express 2000’ leaflet that came with each seat and read with horror the words
“tilsammen 2,000km nonstop i 30 timer.”
Now I don’t know Norwegian from alphabet soup, but even I could translate that.
Two thousand kilometers! Nonstop! Thirty hours without a cigarette!
Suddenly all the discomfort came flooding back. My neck ached, my left leg sizzled like bacon on a skillet, the young man ahead of me had his head closer to my crotch than any man ever had before.
I had less space to call my own than if I’d climbed into my suitcase and mailed myself to Hammerfest, and now I was going to go thirty hours without an infusion of nicotine. This was just too much.