The noses know!

When we got back to our hotel room tonight, the hallway smelled like cigarette smoke. I called the reception desk, the guy told me he'll check into it. (There's no smoking in buildings in Iceland; they've outlawed it like the rest of the world.)

Half an hour later, it's worse. Now, we can smell it in our room. I call back.

"I know, I know" the guy told me. "I found them. They are Ukranian and won't listen to me, so I am calling the police."

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