After circling the one way system a few times, I parked Rosie in a random car park and struck out into the city. After a few seconds a young homeless man with no front teeth approached me and started his spiel - he needed £8.80 for...
I interrupted with a pound, and asked if he knew where Cafe Royale was. He said he could show me the way, and I followed.
Whilst we were in a particularly dark and deserted alleyway I did wonder about how sensible I was to follow this strange man in a strange city, but he delivered me safely to my destination, having told me all about his son in Ireland and showed me his injured finger (he was concerned it had gone yellow - I reassured him that iodine did that).
The waiter in the cafe recommended us an Indian restaurant, and told us to tell him he'd sent us.
A girl from Hungary insisted on walking us (out of her way) from Cafe Royale to the Indian. She told us she liked England. People did what they said they were going to do.
The waiter in the Indian recommended a restaurant in Bromsgrove, and told us to tell them he'd sent us. Then he gave us a free Baileys each, 'because it's Sunday'. The curry was AMAZING, and ridiculously cheap.
Two men gave us perfect directions back to Rosie. The Christmas lights twinkled merrily, and I circled the one way system several times again, and all was well with the world.
The people of Worcester all turned out in force to help our evening run more smoothly. I think this is how people are. I think we like to help people. I think if we expect the world to help us, and ask it nicely, it will.
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