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For me it was New York in the early 90's when it had a silly murder rate. I remember shitting myself after arriving at port authority bus station and running the gauntlet the outside, there were lots of police there and they fucking needed them. Not been back since, I need to as I know its nice now.

Didn't even feel that unsafe in Johannesburg which I've been to a few times, albeit not downtown which is the worst bit. Durban was the only place I felt uneasy in South Africa.

Two of my mates got robbed at knife point in Rio by teenage kids in separate unrelated incidents, I think that would make me think twice about going to some of the random places I do at times.

Tooting during the riots. Walking back from Clapham pissed up at 2am sure was a good idea

Probably the home where I now live, another couple of years here and I reckon I'll be in a big wooden box tbh.

Apart from that, there was a nice taxi ride I was on once. I think the fare was about £8, my mate gave the driver the equivalent of a tenner, taxi driver had no change. My mate pointed out the local pub, suggested he get change there, no joy. My mate took reached in his window, took the keys, and promised them back if he got his change.
I'm about 15 feet behind the taxi at this point. A huge big truck pulls up, a guy in military gear gets out and about 10 guys get out of the back, all with AK47s. They form a circle close around me, pointing the guns at my head. The bossman starts explaining the situation, saying that we can't come to Pointe Noire (Congo) and not pay our taxi fare (dawns on me now that we've been set up). I offer to get the keys back, and forget the lost change, and we'll just go. He tells me it's too late, we've committed an offence, we need to get in the back of the truck. I look up to the open area on top of the truck, there are about 4 guys there, they seem to be stooped so I assume they've been chained up in some way. At that time, a couple of frenchies had been shot by the militia and dumped in the middle of nowhere. The price of oil was really low, so no one was getting paid, and everyone was getting pissed off.
The main thing on my mind was not making a sudden move, pretty sure they would have just popped me. I slowly pulled out my wallet and there was a 500 French Franc note there, thank god. I handed it to the bossman and he said things were ok. The guns were dropped,  I took my mate and we started heading home.
The bossman turned the truck around and came back and stopped beside us, fml. He got out and asked where we were going, home I replied. 'But you were going to the nightclub, so go to the nightclub, I don't want to spoil your nice evening.' Less of the guns to the head might help.

Was delayed there for another few weeks, transport problems. Girlfriend back home was going nuts. Eventually got sorted with a flight. Remember distinctly the nice feeling of sitting in business class, glass of wine in hand, you know that finally, you're on your way home. The plane starts up, you hear the roar of the engines. Look out of the window, our engine doing nothing. f m l . We sit for another half hour, they can't sort it, everyone out. Finally get a cab into town. Leaving the airport on the way back, see the police walking down the road, great big weapons of some kind in their arms, two guys tied with chains between the front and rear groups of officers, being marched into town. They were taken to the beach just in front of the hotel at 4am and executed. Turns out that they were rebels, and had been found with shoulder-mounted rocket propelled grenades or similar, getting ready to take down our plane as it took off (in an attempt to destabilise the economy, weaken the current government, give the rebels a chance to retake power). One duff engine away from getting blown out of the sky. [ ] Good times.

^ Where do u live now? And are/were you in the forces?

Good place for a fun night out, great casino too, don't argue with taxi drivers

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Airport. Now has a business lounge (not in picture)

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Now live fairly near Glasgow, had a desk job in the oil industry.

Bare knuckle boxing match about 5 years ago in Doncaster. Mansfield lad was fighting a young Gypsy fella.

There were about 40 of us walking down a lane which was lined with travellers. It felt like walking a gauntlet.

Ended in a huge fight with armed police, helicopters, the lot!! (I didn't partake in the fighting fwiw)

I miss the good old days :)

A night out in Cuba was pretty dodgy as well. Not sure where I was but I felt very uncomfortable. Without our local guide we could've had serious problems.

WOW! I was going to post but... Moss side in the mid 90's was pretty nice tbh
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I've been into a few black townships in various parts of South Africa, despite what you may think the parts we went to were all pretty safe. It seems to be assumed they are just unsafe full stop but that's just not the case at all, as with all places you get fairly normal safe parts but the bad parts are very bad in deed, the police don't even go into them.

LOL my mate lived there in the early 90's when at Uni, I used to go and visit him  :)

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Luton.

bosnia in 1994

Littlehampton
On A Lilo in the Sea
Was asleep, luckily woke up

In bed with my Ex  ;)

You know you've lived a sheltered life when the worst place you've ever visited is probably the west end of Ibiza at 5am.  :D

Then again I am moving to Bow soon, so no doubt I'll be shoot at some time soon.

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For me, Kenya when I was 11/12 ainec.

Went out in a minibus one night to a 'restaurant' type place from the hotel. We got 1 mile or so away from the hotel and stopped for petrol. I stayed in the minibus while everyone else and my parents got out and had a walk round.

Suddenly I hear screams. Look out the window, see a bloke with a machete to a woman from our bus' throat 10m away from the window. I instinctively lie down on my seat and pretty much cower. 15-30 secs of shouting and the next thing i know, the machete guy is bringing the woman onto the bus. Obv now I'm shitting bricks, thinking I'm dead. Could hear my mum screaming outside (that was the scariest part...). All of a sudden, gunshot, guy goes down. Police got there, one lad weighs up the situation and shoots our man in the leg. Hero. I owe him my life

Couple stand out to me.

When I was about 17 me and my mate went to Barnsley-Boro for the last game of the season.  I wore my Boro shirt as I always did in those days but we both lived in Barrow-in-Furness so were travelling on our own.  We reached Barnsley at about Midday and came out of the station and went to look for a boozer.  Heading towards the ground we picked a pub that seemed fairly lively, it was full of barnsleys firm who apparently had a lot of history with Boro and were waiting for the Frontline to come into town.  We had picked the nut worst place to have a drink and were just starting absolute pasting from the local firms younger element with zero backup until some older Barnsley hooligan stepped in and stopped them because my mate only looked like he was about 14 and he said something about it making them as bad as us.  Found out later that day that 5 or 6 years before a couple of Barnsley lads had got knifed at Boro and they were out for revenge so were were very lucky although it didn't feel like it at the time.  her dodgy footy experiences were Chelsea when we sent them down and they invaded the pitch.  Police kept us in for 2 hours that day.  The 1990 Zenith data Systems Cup final was Boros first ever Wembley appearance again v Chelsea and the police left a gate open in the concourse and a couple of lads got stabbed and there were running battles all the way back to the tube and trouble literally everywhere the two sets of fans met all day.  Also got chased on my own one day at Filbert Street after Boro had thrown away a lead three times in a game and lost 4-3 but that was down to me being a bit too mouthy.

When I lived in Antigua I once had a very scary experience after my mate and I chased a crackhead off that had been hassling a girl that worked with us.  He left but was cussing us out.  Later the same day we went to pick up a female friend of ours that lived in the most notorious area of the island (Grays Farm) but that is usually okay-ish so long as you aren't involved in anything but as we sat in the car waiting for her to come out who should walk down the road but the same crackhead we had had the run in with earlier with a couple of his mates.  A couple of the group spotted us and stared at us but nobody said anything to the guy we had had the run in with and he didn't seem to notice us as he was chatting away and our friend came out and it was only when we drove away he finally noticed us and threw a rock at the car as we drove off.

Final one happened only this week coming back from the Miami Heat game I lost my bearings trying to find the highway and ended up taking a wrong turn into the middle of Overtown which frequently appears on "The First 48".  Whole area is full of gangbangers selling crack and is very frightening as you stand out like a sore thumb and it is an easy mistake to make as only a couple of blocks west of American Airlines Arena and thye seem to be looking out for tourists!!!  luckily we drive a beat up old Toyota and didn't attract any attention but it panicced me a bit.

Valencia Vs Liverpool.

Nasty place, nasty fans.  Bricked going in, Bricked going out.  No protection whatsoever

Same trip, after the game we were stopping in Benidorm and that night too was very scary.  Rumours were around that a Liverpool fan had been stabbed in a club, so others were looking for a bit of revenge.

So atomsphere was tense, our lil group were in another club, one of our gang was chatting up this girl on the door - turns out her BF wasn't too happy and chased our mate into the club, we had our backs up against the DJ stand as about 6-7 spainish bouncers were running across the dancefloor.....all or nothing it felt like...proper white-faced and shaking...but a sudden realisilation you are going to have to fight.

a quick thinking DJ lifted up the "bar-like" door and we slipped under and out the back......Very very scary walk/trot home to the hotel, hearing shouts all over the place, dodying in n out of alleys etc.

Other Euro trip to Bergen was the complete opposite.....awesome place, all reds everywhere, and a very hot norweigen girl for some reason liked me!

Coventry late eighties, what a s***hole.

Walking around Moscow at 6am looking for a lift back to Cosmos hotel after trying (and failing) to pull a Russian student wasn't the most sensible idea.

Still, I got her email address.   ;shame;

Lived there mid to late 90s. Only mugged 5 times in 4yrs which isn't too bad for a then skinny white kid, once was a knife to my throat which was pleasant. Longsight was pretty bad.

I felt unsettled in Queens, New York but nothing actually happened.

Ocho Rios in Jamaica I got robbed again. But the place was beautiful aslong as you don't leave the hotel complex.

Me and my mate were in Tallinn, Estonia, asked to leave a casino as we were smashed and acting like dicks. Refused to leave. They called the cops, the cops pulled guns, we left, cops told the taxi guys not to give us a lift. We had to walk through some shady places then, but again nothing happened.

Also got pepper sprayed in Kavos but apart from the small i love that place.

Kid down the road from me goes to fight in Iraq

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Dodges a million bullets and IEDs, comes back with a bravery award, hero's welcome.

Gets home on leave to our sleepy little village

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Night down the pub with family, his taxi driver gets in road rage incident, followed home, kid gets out of taxi, stabbed through heart, dies. RIP

Tugula Ferry in South Africa a few years ago is the most dangerous place I have ever been I think. You need to drive through the township and then go over the river using a bridge that is only wide enough for one vehicle at a time. There were constant reports of hijacking of vehicles and not a few fatalities.

About seven years ago I was with my then girlfriend visiting friends and family of hers around KZ Natal. The plan was to drive from Greytown to Dundee, near Rorke's Drift on Christmas day. A long time was spent working out routes which would avoid Tugula Ferry but in the end it was decided to go through the area but very early as it was suggested the locals would still be drunkingly sleeping from the night before. Unfortunately we were delayed and arrived mid morning and the market area was busy. We had to stop to let pedestrians go across the rough street and a pickup tried to drive diagonally across the street, thus blocking our path, a second one was preparing to drive across the other way, we were both aware of what was happening. I reached down from the passanger seat whilst keeping eye contact with the other driver, as if to reach for a weapon and girlfriend put her foot down and scooted around the rear of the first pickup. About half a mile down the road was the bridge and we didn't slow down at all hoping there would be no vehicle coming the other way, there wasn't.

Later we described the incident to girlfriend's brother in in law who bollocked me for pretending to have a weapon as there is a lot of pride involved in taking a weapon off an outsider and killing them with it, I am glad I didn't know that at the time. 

Riga is pretty dodgy (hard guys with guns and little english but who like money) but nothing compared to some of these horror stories.

Was at college there at the same time - definite dodgy s***hole!!