Places you felt most on edge in your life

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I've been to a canny few rough places but the worst was Roda, Corfu in about 87. The whole town seemed to turn against us (me and a mate and about 6 other lads we'd just met that night). They got us trapped into a bar on the beach and sent a young kid in with a note telling us to come outside and fight. We broke through the kitchen and ran into the sea but the bastards walked along the beach as we tried to swim away. We were in there well over an hour :(

I've twice had a bit of bother in Ostend as well - they fuckin hate the English there mind.
 


cruze said:
I was in that Addidas shop in NYC a few weeks back if it’s the one on w Houston st. Some rough people hanging around. Lots of homeless folks dragging their shit about and groups of lads on street corners. Got a few shouts at me and Mrs c as it was mainly a black and Chinese area. We stood out. 1 block back and it was Uber trendy shops. Very weird
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It will have been that one because I remember it wasnt too far from Little Italy and China Town. We walked further east and ended up well out the way of any tourist route. I usually like that sort if thing but this was more than a little uncomfortable. Might have to revisit the area, from the safety of google street view!
 
Yeah we went for a meal in little Italy and then dragged around some designer shops down there.
 
wisemensaysteve said:
Few years ago in Canada, we were driving up through BC and looking for an RV park for the night, we saw an exit of the motorway with a sign that said RV park so we headed towards it, few miles on we came to a small village, I drove into the filling station to ask directions, the first thing I saw was one of those big twin cab pickups with a couple of rifles on the back window, alongside the pickup a woman, maybe 6ft 6" tall wearing a flowery dress, hair in curlers talking to the driver, a bit strange this I thought, I went into the filling station and was met by what looked like someone from Deliverance, I asked for directions and he just pointed, we drove a few miles on and saw a hand-painted sign for the park, down a dirt track that ended up at a Quarry, a Quarry full of wrecked cars, vans and a motorhome, we didn't stop. I have never felt more afraid in my life.
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whereabouts in BC?
 
KST said:
Which pubs? :lol: I'm from Horden like and even though its rough as fuck I've never had one bit of bother when out and about at night.
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It all started because me marra who is a bit of a long haired hippy was on the phone to his brother and shouted daft **** down the phone to him but the 4 lads walking in the opposite direction heard him and crossed the road, I was hoping they would just walk past but a couple of them punched my marra so I dashed over and hit one of them (who had his back to me) in the kidney. His friends then carried him off the scene. A man and his lass were also walking in the street and he asked me if I thought I was hard. I said yes. He squared up to me so I threw about 6 hooks that all missed (I was quite intoxicated) so I dove on him and tackled him to the floor, he hit the ground like a bag of shit it was then I picked him up and threw him over a car bonnet. My marra had a black eye and cuts on his shins from where the lass was lashing out at him. He later told me she warned him not to get involved in my and her partners fight.
I saw the guy in the Catholic club a few weeks later and he was a little miserable small armed twat. Water under the bridge no hard feelings.
 
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Jasper said:
whereabouts in BC?
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it was 10 years ago, Somewhere between Williams Lake and Prince George but can't remember other than as we left the highway we saw a big Horse ranch on our Right, the filling station was further down on the Left, then further on the dirt track was also on the left.
why have you been?
 
roppa said:
Easterhouse Glasgow, stayed with a good m8 who I met through work, f***ing scary as owt, Sinn Fein collection boxes in the pubs, midnight watched a fight from bedroom window on a motorway, they had samurai swords!!! Kept being asked if I was a squaddie and my m8 had to keep answering for me cos they hated the English nearly as much as Protestants. It was f***ing awful.
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Welcome to Scotland :lol: Glasgow would be on my list too.
Amsterdam mid 90s working with a load of lads from Nissan, myself and this lad from Boro got separated from the rest of the group on a night out (red light area) walking back to the hotel pissed This black guy started hassling us to buy coke - the lad from Boro lost patience and said 'here mate fuckoff or I'll punch ya in the throat!" he walked away, but then we heard him shout up the road to his pals-there must've been 15 of them chasing us. Luckily we managed to jump in a taxi or we would've had a right kicking.
 
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Reptilia said:
Top end of the Vegas strip where Stratosphere is, ropey as owt.
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Came out of the Stratosphere and got a taxi..we were heading down to New York New York..taxi driver headed north at first and into some estate..fkn hell man..groups of latino looking gadgies all over the place..all seemed to have them pick up truck things..i was sliding down the seat so they didn't clock us.
 
Lima, Peru. Tough barrios

Surabaya, Indonesia (a year after 9-11). There was just a bad atmosphere.

Calcutta, India. The cops always new when you'd just bought dope
 
I lived in Brixton Hill for a year or so, drank in Streatham but got my chemicals from Brixton. Had loads of nights out there with a drug dealing pimp called Magoo, the only pennyless drug dealer in London. Never felt worried apart from one time skint I had to walk home from Kennington at about 3am, I hid in a garden when I saw I had been targeted by a gang.
20 years living in London and I had loads of Irish mates and used to drink in County Kilburn, one mate was Pat the Bomber, lovely lad but he had done time for attempting to plant a bomb. I felt safe.
Dossed around Nairobi for 2 months and "the roughest pub in Kenya" was my local. It opened in 1966 and had been open 24hrs a day 7 days a week ever since. The bar was caged and you got served through a hole just big enough to push a can through, it was full of prostitutes but felt safe.
Been drunk and dizzy in loads of dodgy places in Brazil but always felt safe.
Riga, lovely place, I don't know how someone earlier found it dodgy.
But the most afraid I've ever been was 3 years ago buying booze from Downhill shops! It was winter, dark, as I walked to the shops there were about 20 young'uns milling around on foot and on bikes, all of them were watching me, maybe because I was a stranger in these parts. When I came out of the shop with my cans I had to walk through the crowd, they were edgy little ***** just standing in the way so I had to say "excuse me mate" a couple of times to get past them. All the time I was expecting a sly punch from behind and even after I'd passed them the lads on bikes would keep cycling past me, turn around and pass again. All the time I was shitting myself and thinking the first one to touch me is getting a can off his head but 20 against 1 I had no chance.
 
niceonemarra said:
It all started because me marra who is a bit of a long haired hippy was on the phone to his brother and shouted daft **** down the phone to him but the 4 lads walking in the opposite direction heard him and crossed the road, I was hoping they would just walk past but a couple of them punched my marra so I dashed over and hit one of them (who had his back to me) in the kidney. His friends then carried him off the scene. A man and his lass were also walking in the street and he asked me if I thought I was hard. I said yes. He squared up to me so I threw about 6 hooks that all missed (I was quite intoxicated) so I dove on him and tackled him to the floor, he hit the ground like a bag of shit it was then I picked him up and threw him over a car bonnet. My marra had a black eye and cuts on his shins from where the lass was lashing out at him. He later told me she warned him not to get involved in my and her partners fight.
I saw the guy in the Catholic club a few weeks later and he was a little miserable small armed twat. Water under the bridge no hard feelings.
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I read that in vicky pollards voice.
Tuono said:
I lived in Brixton Hill for a year or so, drank in Streatham but got my chemicals from Brixton. Had loads of nights out there with a drug dealing pimp called Magoo, the only pennyless drug dealer in London. Never felt worried apart from one time skint I had to walk home from Kennington at about 3am, I hid in a garden when I saw I had been targeted by a gang.
20 years living in London and I had loads of Irish mates and used to drink in County Kilburn, one mate was Pat the Bomber, lovely lad but he had done time for attempting to plant a bomb. I felt safe.
Dossed around Nairobi for 2 months and "the roughest pub in Kenya" was my local. It opened in 1966 and had been open 24hrs a day 7 days a week ever since. The bar was caged and you got served through a hole just big enough to push a can through, it was full of prostitutes but felt safe.
Been drunk and dizzy in loads of dodgy places in Brazil but always felt safe.
Riga, lovely place, I don't know how someone earlier found it dodgy.
But the most afraid I've ever been was 3 years ago buying booze from Downhill shops! It was winter, dark, as I walked to the shops there were about 20 young'uns milling around on foot and on bikes, all of them were watching me, maybe because I was a stranger in these parts. When I came out of the shop with my cans I had to walk through the crowd, they were edgy little ***** just standing in the way so I had to say "excuse me mate" a couple of times to get past them. All the time I was expecting a sly punch from behind and even after I'd passed them the lads on bikes would keep cycling past me, turn around and pass again. All the time I was shitting myself and thinking the first one to touch me is getting a can off his head but 20 against 1 I had no chance.
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Worked with 2 brothers from downhill, went thru newcastle with them. They unplugged drivers radio n legged it without paying on way back then while I slept their mate took my car keys out my pocket n took me car for a spin. Never again!
 
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Went to Jamaica last year. Went outside the “complex” a couple of times. folk we’re getting robbed at the cash point machine. Not very friendly if you’re not one of the locals.
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Got married there in 93. Got to our hotel in Runaway Bay and the rep, who was a local black lad, greeted us with open arms and said, in a Lenny Henry accent "Welcome to Jamaica". His next sentence was "don't go to Kingston". Went on to say when he picked family up from Kinsgston airport, he would speed through the area, even refusing to stop at red lights.
 
Getting a car from the hotel to the train station in Vietnam at night. It's me, my lass and her mate. (No and no). The driver stops the car about a minute in to the journey on some empty road, says something we don't hear, then gets out the car and runs off. We're convinced we're going to die/be robbed. After the longest five minutes of our lives debating whether to run for it, the driver returns. He'd forgotten the piece of paper with directions on it and went back to the hotel to get it.
 
In a 24 hour bar in Nairobi about 1am.

Miles from my cheap digs and the white Kenyan bloke I was with didn't like what I was saying (I was complaining about the Julie Ward murder by drug dealers).
He threatened me with a gun.

I was relying on him for a lift back.

We were the only white people in there.

Went to the toilet, the bloke pissing next to me said " Hey white boy, what you doing in here!"

The front and back door were guarded by Masai with clubs.

The whole bar was caged off, you gave the barman your money through a gap in the bars.

Prostitutes asleep at the tables, occasionally people hoying up.

Interesting night.

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I worked on a ship flying the Panamanian flag and we went to the Republic of Ireland about 3 miles from the border in County Dundalk in 1985.

We got a lift to a bar in the hills, 4 of us from the ship.
An Phoblacht on the tables and the band playing IRA songs, with people jumping on the tables.

It was generally ok, but political discussion was encouraged.

It all went a bit pear shaped when one of the lads refused to stand up for the Irish National Anthem at the end of the night.

We were lucky to escape with our lives.

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I was hiking an unpopular trek out of season in New Zealand and hadn't seen anyone for three days.
Walking out of the National Park, a bloke on horseback with a dead deer across the saddle and holding a hunting rifle was blocking the path.

"Are you on your own?" He said.

Stupidly I said I was, though tbf it was pretty obvious that I was.

"You got much money on you?" He joked.

I said I hadn't, he then said
"I could shoot you, hey and no one would know!"

I forced a laugh, walked around him and continued on along the trail.

Not once did he point his rifle at me, but it's true what they say, I definitely felt a tingling sensation between my shoulder blades.
 
El Oso said:
In a 24 hour bar in Nairobi about 1am.

Miles from my cheap digs and the white Kenyan bloke I was with didn't like what I was saying (I was complaining about the Julie Ward murder by drug dealers).
He threatened me with a gun.

I was relying on him for a lift back.

We were the only white people in there.

Went to the toilet, the bloke pissing next to me said " Hey white boy, what you doing in here!"

The front and back door were guarded by Masai with clubs.

The whole bar was caged off, you gave the barman your money through a gap in the bars.

Prostitutes asleep at the tables, occasionally people hoying up.

Interesting night.

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That sounds like the place I was describing earlier. I spent my 22nd birthday in there and got so pissed I don't remember most of the night. I was told the next day two prostitutes were fighting over me, one had her hands down my shorts playing with my knackers and the other one who we used to hang about with attacked her. It all kicked off and I didn't remember any of it. There was a middle aged Dutch bloke who used to drink in there, his Kenyan girlfriend was only about 12 or 13 years old, pervy barsteward.
Was it called The Man on the Moon or The Full Moon or something like that? It was a long time ago but I'm sure their was a Moon in its name.
 
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