I know they are not a country but the worst place for me was the Canary Islands - DULL, DULL, DULL.
Not too keen on USA either - mainly because they think it's fine to freeze you to death with AC even when the climate is perfectly acceptable.
Haven't been to Australia but would be interested to know what it has done to deserve it.

I know people who love this island and go back time and time again, but for me it held all the charm of a wet day on a British pier.

I stayed in a bad area I think - Qawra. Dreadful. Full of the worst kind of British tourist. I knew I was in trouble the minute I saw fruit-machines in reception and porn on telly in the family bar!!!

My friend and I were subjected to a daily ritual of verbal and gestured harrassment from the local guy on his balcony across from our hotel room, which later progressed to following us about, and eventually ended with him confronting me on my sunlounger about why I hadnt succumbed to his charms.

He was the worst of the "romantic" locals, but there were many others.

All in all, quite an adventure.

Has to be Nigeria, for so many reasons I'll need time to list.
Bert

Not strictly a country as it was conquered by England in the 1300 s but Wales or to be more specific north wales which doesn't have any rugby players in their so called national team.

I cannot agree more with Moikall. We took a overland trip from London to Marrakech on train and ferry via Paris, Sevilla, Gibraltar, then over to Tangier and finally Marrakech.

I've been to Iraq, Afghanistan and a couple of other third-world, war-torn countries and none of them compare to the horrible experiences we had in Morocco. Every Brit we met in London urged us to travel to Morocco. So we finally went. Wish we had stayed in Spain.

If you travel to Morocco via ferry, your first experience in the country will be Tangier. They say first impressions are everything. And believe me, this is no exception. Everywhere we went, we were accosted by hustlers, faux guides who would follow us and then demand money. I asked a man for directions and he immediately took this to be a contract that I was hiring him as our guide. He refused to leave us even after we told him to go away. He threatened to bring the police if I did not pay him. I called his bluff and said I would gladly accompany him to the police station, and he finally backed off and walked away. I stopped to take a picture of a fortress ruin and a man ran over and began giving a historical account. I knew where this was going and I immediately told him I did not need a guide. He launched into a vulgar tirade and called us every name in the book in English, French, Arabic and Spanish. We literally had to run away and into a restaurant to get away from him. When we left the restaurant FOUR HOURS later after dinner, he was still waiting for us. Had to call a taxi to go the few blocks to our hotel to avoid that man. Another time we got lost in the souk and I asked somebody for directions. The person kindly, I thought, pointed the right way, then demanded money for pointing.

The train to Marrakech was actually not too bad, because it was cheap, no less comfortable than a UK National rail, and we were sitting with two pleasant French Moroccan girls who we chatted with in broken French & English who helped us with train changes in Casablanca.

But once we arrived to Marrakech, it all went downhill from there. Our riad (pension/B&B) hotel had no record of our reservation. We finally found a place, but paid much than we had budgeted. The main square in Marrakech is filled with hustlers and scam artists who will waste no time running over and throwing a poor sickly-looking monkey, snake, parrot or other abused animal over your shoulder. If you ask for a glass of bottled water, three waiters will appear: one to carry the bottle, one to open the bottle, and one to pour the bottle into your glass, and all three will expect a tip. And if you are not getting tipped to death, you're getting cheated. I got taken by one of the oldest tricks in the book by a waiter in a cafe who pretended to be doing me a favor by breaking a big bill for change, then realized much later that I had been ripped off. In another souk, we caught a boy no older than 8 years old trying to riffle through my backpack. As for alcohol, only upscale hotels serve beer to tourists. If you are a woman and walk into a local bar which are always full of leering old men, people will assume you are a prostitute. We finally found a semi-upscale hotel that served alcohol, but it was full of drunk British tourists playing stupid games that only drunks on guided tours ever play, like fancy dress karaoke contests. Granted that's not exclusive to Morocco but the sight of a sunburned pink fat guy in a toga singing "Like a Virgin" added to the bad experience.

I could go on and on, but I'm having post-traumatic flashbacks just writing this post. I still can't fathom why all my London pals are enamored with Morocco. Even scarier is some people who are considering retiring there. Unless I was being paid to go there on a business trip, I will never step foot in Morocco as long as I live.

It has to be either Greece or Estonia. When I visited Tallinn, I think they had shut the city for the day and I wish they had shut most of Greece (except for the Corinth Canal).

Mozambique!!
While I am fully aware that there are good guys and bad guy as in any other countries, Mozambique left me the most unpleasant memory among all my overseas visits. It happened that we were passing by the front gate of the Ministry of Defence one day, and we took some photos, then a dozen of guards rushed out and surrounded us, telling us that we give the memory card to them. We reasoned that there were no sign about "no photo" whatever, but they just didn't listen. Then we offered that we find a computer and delete the photos taken, they told us that it was the weekend, we would have to come back on Monday if we want to have the memory card back. We had to call several ministers to have it settled down. What annoyed me is that those guys didn't really cares about “security", they just want to make trouble for fun!!

I haven't visited that many countries but I landed myself in Morocco when I was visiting Spain & Gibraltar back in the late 90s. My friend and I crossed over from Spain to Tangier. From the moment we got off from the ferry, we felt totally uncomfortable. Well, two girls backpacking and traveling on their own to Morocco, is that a crazy idea or what? We constantly had rude stares from the locals. Well, Tangier is not exactly the safest city in the world. Anyway,eventually we found accomodation there before our train ride to Casablanca. Next day, we went to the train station to buy tickets and this is something I can remember ever so well. The ticket seller kept warning us to be careful and only get off when we see the Casablanca signage and not be persuaded to hop off at any other destination if we were to be approached by anyone. Although he couldnt really speak perfect English, but he certainly made it clear that there have been cases of people missing as they decided to change their destination upon persuasion of strangers. Of course, after hearing that, both my friend and I got even more fearful . On the train, we met some unfriendly people and once again rude stares. Mind you, we were not dressed indecently. We arrived in Casablanca and felt totally unsafe with the surroundings but coz it was late we had to stay the night. And before you know it, we cut short our trip , took the next train back to Rabat then Tangier to head back to Spain. We didn't even get to go to the other places as planned - Marrakech, Fez.
That's cutting the story short or maybe my memory is failing me. I didn't think that there would be so many other people who would have the same worst country as me.

I was there for a whole month. The worst experience I had was in Rio de Janeiro, followed by Bahia. Like someone said on this forum of another country, it is a country where the very poor live near the very rich. I was 'accosted' by a little black boy in Rio de Janeiro when I came out of a supermarket 5-10 minutes' walk from my hotel, which was on the street just behind Avenida Atlantica (which runs alongside Copacabana Beach). This boy followed me very persistently just because he had seen me putting my wallet back into my bag as I came out of the supermarket (bad move, I should have kept it before leaving the supermarket). The sky had turned dark, there were homeless people sleeping on this street and I was scared. My husband was in the hotel room as he had not wanted to go out with me, so I was alone. I ducked into a pharmacy, hoping that I could leave via another exit, but there was only one. When I came out, the kid began following me again. The silver-haired white woman who ran the pharmacy said some stern words to him in Portuguese, which stopped him for a short while but he began following me again. It was only when I walked past another shop, and a tall black man said something to the little boy, that he stopped following me. And our hotel in Rio, which was supposedly 4-star (when our travel agent showed us the listing on the website, that's what it said), was a crap little place. Our room was dark and dank, the bathroom was marginably acceptable but the water wouldn't flow down the drain. And I hit my head on a tree trunk that grew horizontally, because I was in a hurry to confirm our pickup from hotel to the airport and didn't see it in front of me as I was walking. So, while Copacabana Beach is lovely and I bought a very nice painting for only 60 reais, I really wouldn't want to stay on that street or in that hotel again - it gives me bad memories. An old black man also fleeced us on Copacabana, acting very nice and friendly, bringing us plastic stools to put our drinks that we'd ordered from him, and then when the final bill came, we had the shock of our lives! He'd massively overcharged us for the drinks and even charged us for the plastic stools we put our drinks on.

And in Bahia, in the Pelourinho area, you will get accosted by people tying Igreja du Bonfim (Church of Bonfim) ribbons on your wrist. It's not only a massive invasion of personal space, but these people, who should supposedly be doing good (and they say that if the ribbon is wrapped 3 times around your wrist, you can make 3 wishes which will come true if you keep it on - BULL!!), will ask you for a small donation afterwards or ask you to buy one of the many necklaces dangling from their wrist or in their bag. If you take a photo of any of the capoeira performers or women dressed in traditional African costume (with the head scarf and bell shaped skirt), they will ask you for 5 reais. You will get fleeced at restaurants too. One I went to with my husband made us pay for the live music (it came as an item on the bill) and didn't bring me the sides listed on the menu. It was in Portuguese and they probably thought I couldn't read a word of it, but since I'd been in Brazil for several weeks, I'd picked up quite a few words. And when they brought me the correct sides, they charged me for the fries they put on my plate originally.

Quite frankly, Dubai is just one small s**thole that never sleeps due to the 24 hour a day bulding activities with slave labour.
OK if you like shopping - I don't
OK is you like golf - I don't
Massively expensive
Grossly over-rated
Weather was awful while I was there - misty virtually every day
Luckily I was able to get out into the desert and mountains, but even there, there were piles of rubbish everywhere.
And look at how the coastline is being re-shaped with those ridiculous man-made structures. All in the name of money, and the poor misguided souls who have too much of it, and have to be seen to be owning property there.

Uncle Albert

Hasn't anybody else been to Wales?

I know, I know, Sweden is loved by many. Sadly enough, I didn't really enjoy my week over there. true, I didn't come there to celerbrate holidays, as I was touring with my orchestra. True, our 'hotel' was situated in the middle of nowhere in a 24h sleeping town called Mjolby.

Anyway, in spite of all that, I wuoldn't go there again. Why? In my opinion the people were very boring. I'm not the kind of tourist who wants to go out 24/7, at all. Though, all people were very silent, introvert and just... sleepy. Probably they constitute the perfect people in the eyes of many among you, but I missed the 'social part', which is even present in Holland. I would have liked some talking in the buses we took, some contact with the local people after our concerts (this happened at our tours in Egypt and Prague, for example). Furthermore I didn'' find the landscapes very attractive, but I have to confess that we spend all our time in the south of the country, whereas the North seems to be more interesting for outdoor-tourists like me.

Bangladesh - Only country I've ever visited that has no hope whatsoever.

Absolute hell.