The previous holders:
Los Mochis, Mexico: The place where my old buddy Clark saw kids poking a dead body in the middle of the road with a stick... Dusty, mean and just in another time zone so that it screws you up when you're travelling, Los Mochis is a place that you don't want to hang out in. Unless you're trying to take the Copper Canyon train... I remember buying some wine and drinking the whole bottle myself in a vain attempt to make my time there go quicker.
Algeciras, Spain: Port city where you take the ferry to Morocco or the Spanish cities in North Africa. In the early '90s it was full of smugglers, prostitutes and ne'er-do-wells. Palpable sense of danger and foreboding. Never went back and never missed it.
The new champion:
Gaya, India: Not only is Gaya in the somewhat lawless state of Bihar where bandits still operate, but it is DIRTY -- filthy dirty. If you had seen the first room that the hotel tried to give us... Mold, wet mattresses with hairy and moist linen... grimy walls... and big holes around the pipes where rats could crawl... SO NASTY! The vast stretches of strewn garbage in the streets, open sewers and mean dogs don't do much to help this place, either. I am literally counting the hours until I can get on the train to Varanasi (where they perform public cremations... should be interesting...)
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