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There are a few countries I wouldn’t visit again.
The first on the list would be India. When I was there, I had a blast. I was very young, and I loved Indian philosophy. I was learning Hindi at the time, and because of this, I had a thirst for anything Indian. The first three days there were still quite shocking. The first taxi I got into from the airport tried to rip me off of all my money, there were so many beggars everywhere, and many places were destroyed like they just got out of a civil war. After these three days, I was starting to deal with the reality of the country.
I realized much later that nearly every single person I had met was trying to get something from me. No one would befriend me with any other reason than to try to get some money out of me. Some people were nice and humble, but they weren’t the vast majority. Taking a night bus was so dangerous. The roads were completely destroyed, there was a freaking amount of trucks on the roads, and the bus driver had to constantly make very dangerous maneuvers to get the bus to the destination on time. On the side of the road, there were the leftovers of quite a few bus crashes.
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The food was amazingly tasty, and it’s truly among the best foods in the world, but I was also constantly sick for three weeks because of poor hygiene conditions from eating there. I had to take antibiotics to stop diarrhea.I’ve been to many places where life isn’t easy, and I know I can’t blame these countries for being less ordered and not as clean as Europe, but India was probably the worst, even dirtier than poorer places.
Many people feel the need to impress you, and they can’t be simple, or they tell you a great deal about spirituality and how God is one and how we should all be brothers and just one human race (but these same people wouldn’t marry their daughter to a person from another Indian religion), or they try to impress you with their wealth or what they think is wealthy people behavior. I was traveling with a European looking girl. She kept being harassed and groped by perverts. We once got surrounded by a crowd of men, and they were on the verge of tearing off her clothes and raping her if it wasn’t for the help of a guard/police officer who beat the hell out of a few of the wannabe rapists.
I really like Indian culture, mythology, food, and immaterial things from there, but the state of the country just shocked me so much. As I said before, when I went to India, at first, I didn’t think of things in that way, and I focused on what I liked there. But, a few years later, I went to Nepal, and the same kind of issues was also present there. It was so exhausting not to be able to have decent human contact with anybody that I came to the conclusion that I couldn’t stand Nepal or India anymore.
For a second country, I wouldn’t go to again, it would be Thailand. Not so much for Thai people, actually, but for the atmosphere brought by mass tourism and the “industries” that are developed there for serving the people whose only interest in the country is cheap liquor and loose women. I think that because of that massive influx of tourists having that kind of tendency, most Thai people don’t really like Caucasian males, and are not very friendly to you (unless you speak Thai). I don’t speak Thai, and I don’t plan to learn it any time soon (maybe if I start having lots of Thai friends, I’ll start learning it), so I’m going to be respectful of those people and leave them alone. I also wouldn’t go to Malaysia. Not because of a bad experience, it’s just that I didn’t feel any connection with the country. People are generally nice there, and it has a clean and nice infrastructure. I wouldn’t go to Indonesia again, either. Many good people are there, but there are also a lot of people who are hostile to white males, probably for the same reason as in Thailand.
Until visiting that country,
Until visiting that country, I never understood what an inferiority complex at a national level might feel like. From beginning to end, the Tunisians seemed angry that they lived there, angry that they existed and mad at everyone else who came to visit and see their misery. Keep in mind, Tunisia is much better off economically than the majority of other African countries and essentially like anywhere else in the Middle East. Nonetheless, I have been too much poorer countries where people were happier.
By way of background, we decided to visit the country while on a trip to Paris. It became rainy in Paris, so we decided to hop over to Tunis on the recommendation of a former university colleague. He was from Tunisia and we both remembered him to be quite a difficult character (the kind that puts cigarettes out in “No Smoking” signs). That should have told us something about the atmosphere that awaited us, but we ignored all the signs. We arrive after a flight late at night and get to the (supposedly exclusive) hotel we booked. The guys at the front desk refused to give us the room we paid for. Instead, they say very very little to us in response to our concerns and throw us the keys to a humid, dirty shoe box.
We came back to complain, but at that point, they feigned complete ignorance of English—even though I’d overheard them speaking English in the back behind the desk. They claimed only to speak French or Italian. Fortunately, my girlfriend spoke Italian, so their game was up. She told them that unless they found us an acceptable room, we would stay in the lobby all night.So we start that process (i.e., of sleeping in the lobby) when the police call on the hotel as part of a routine inspection. Immediately, the hotel manager surprises us by saying, “Your room is ready!” and it’s a suite on the beach! (Later, I learned later from a friend who spent an ex-pat stretch in Tunisia that the only thing which brings locals there in line is the police. Otherwise, they have no problem abusing you, so he said.)
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The suite was okay, but still nothing like what was advertised. Still, we were happy to get it and looked forward to a nice adventure. The beaches were beautiful, the weather fantastic and there is lots of history and varying landscapes. Everything one needs for a perfect vacation, right? Wrong! The next problem we encountered as people. They were negative at every turn—even the ones obviously making lots of money from tourism.
Moreover, to sort of twist the knife into us, the next morning we are awakened by some yahoo on a bullhorn at 6 am. It’s the facilitator for what the French call, “animation”. Loud music ensues and, when I peek out the window to look at the swimming pool, I see the “animator” running around attempting to get everyone to play games, even though there are no children around. After tossing and turning until about 8 o’clock, we get up for breakfast at the pool. The food consists of items made with what we estimated were the cheapest possible ingredients— including shriveled olives. This especially disappointed us, given what the smoking protestor back home had told us about the food and the delicious, juicy olives Tunisia exports to France.