When I lived in Northern England circumstances transformed me into a bit of a social chameleon. Thrown together into a 6 bedroom house with 5 other outcasts had me wearing button up shirts and nice shoes to bars that played bad Britpop, or attending Drum and Bass shows in seedy warehouses. These experiences, in combination to my daily exposure to British Teenagers clouded my impression of the country, and left me with a bit of a bad taste in my mouth. True, I did manage to find enough cool places to warrant another return, but my deep seeded prejudices remained. Enter Couch Surfing… This time with a few connections from like minded locals, I could suddenly see the potential of living here once again. The food tasted better, the people seemed friendlier, and even the bad
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