Liverpool

The Guardian visits Liverpool, in preparation for the upcoming Champions League semi-final. Stories such as this one make me nostalgic. Despite the stereotypes, Liverpool was a really great city to visit. Unless you have no interest in either football or the Beatles. Then I weep for your soul. Random travel tip: if you do go, check out the loo in the Philharmonic.

Embassie hostel - one of the most fun hostels I've stayed in, run by Everton supporters.

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