h2g2 The Hitchhiker's Guide to the Galaxy: Earth Edition

Often in an effort to avoid detection I travel by routes which may seem eccentric. Last year I travelled to Macedonia via France, Germany and Estonia. At the last minute my flight was diverted to Kosovo and I entered Macedonia by coach at four in the morning.
On arrival I learnt that my preparation had been inadequate, although I knew the name of my hotel I was unable to pronounce it in such a way that anybody could understand my accent. My carefully clutched piece of paper bearing the address was written in the wrong alphabet and I had mistakenly assumed that (like Kosovo and Montenegro) Euros would be the currency of choice. In the dark, cold, brutalist bus station I realised the depth of my mistake.
Alighting from the coach were some English speaking Irishmen. They are (I learn) health and safety delegates from the EU and I throw my lot in with them, trusting their smiling faces against the frosty chill of a bus station at night. They have procured a translator during the coach trip who talks to the taxi driver and I’m escorted to my hotel.

I am determined not to make the same mistakes again and spend the day undertaking research on Dhaka.

This mainly involves reading Wikipedia.

[Amy P]

The slow build of tension and intrigue is deliciously tormenting.

At the end of the month do you have to kill everyone reading the journals?

Just so I know how to budget the next few weeks.

I have no idea what is going to happen over the next month. I may have to silence you at the end.

You would earn the undying gratitude of the nation if you could do that.

Should we even be reading this? I'm getting worried