I don't use the bus too much generally...
But I was in Sweden and used their public transport.

Having read pages of reports of vom/piss soaked, stinking carriages of mental health rejects, it was with some trepidation that I stood at the bus stop in a country where I know absolutely fuck all of the language.

And it arrived (precisely on time may I add) - this long, green, bendibus thing.

On I jumped with a cheery smile, thrust the map under the driver's face while pointing at the station and saying "Ticket to the station please."

Paid, and went to sit down in the most comfortable, clean seat you could imagine (well ok, not quite THAT comfortable) and awaited my fellow passengers...

There were none! I had this lovely big bus to myself.

Still wouldn't get on a bus in the UK unless I was:
A) very drunk
B) very stoned
C) promised upper deck sex with some gorgeous female
D) combination of the above

Italy next month...I love my job.
( snee held his breath since, Thu 2 Jul 2009, 8:39, Reply)