Again, I had forgotten that you are not allowed to smoke (30) on Swedish buses, which made the journey (31) with no stops seem even longer than it was (32) in reality. It also meant that when we did eventually have a break, I spent the whole time (33) making up for the hours when I had not been able to smoke, (34) which resulted in me not being bothered to waste valuable “smoking” time (35) queuing up (36) for a meal.
(37) By the time we reached London, I was a physical and mental wreck! I had not slept or eaten properly (38) for almost thirty-six hours, and all I wanted to do was sleep. So I booked (39) a really shoddy hotel next (40) to Victoria Coach Station and slept soundly (41) for twelve hours, (42) at the same time vowing that never again would I make the journey from Sweden (43) to Britain by bus (44). In fact, (45) after that experience, flying took (46) on a whole new dimension, and far (47) from hating it, I would now not dream