The Worst Places in the World

The Worst Places in the World

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We all have that one place that makes us shudder. You know the type—the corner of the airport where the coffee tastes like burnt regret. Or that specific stretch of highway that smells of old tires and despair. I’m talking about the places that feel designed to test your soul.

Let’s be honest: “worst” is a wild category. It’s not just about pollution or violence. It’s about the feeling of being trapped in a boring, hot, or awkward pocket of the universe. (Ever been to a conference room with no windows? I thought so.)

Dallol, Ethiopia: The Devil’s Sauna

First up, we have Dallol. This is not a vacation spot—unless your idea of fun is standing on a volcano that smells like hard-boiled eggs. The ground is yellow, green, and red from sulfur, and the air temperature regularly hits 120°F. It’s like Earth trying to melt you.

But here’s the kicker: people still live nearby. They walk through this acidic landscape just to mine salt. Talk about a bad commute, right? Meanwhile, I complain about a 20-minute traffic jam. Perspective is a nasty drug.

Norilsk, Russia: The Frozen Chernobyl

Now let’s fly to Norilsk, a city built on a mountain of nickel and misery. In winter, it gets so cold that your eyelashes freeze shut. Like, literally—you have to warm your face with your hands to blink. The sun doesn’t show up for months.

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Oh, and the air is thick with heavy metal pollution. The local rivers are red from industrial waste. It’s the only place I know where the phrase “breathe deep” feels like a threat. Beautiful in photos? Absolutely. Livable? Not even close.

The Jakarta-Area Malls at 5 PM

Let’s pivot to something less deadly but more annoying: the traffic-mall nexus of Jakarta. You’re stuck in a car for three hours, go inside, and the air is so humid your shirt stays wet. The escalator is broken, of course.

Then you’re surrounded by screaming kids and Muzak that sounds like a cat playing a xylophone. It’s not a war zone—it’s just soul-crushing mediocrity. And you can’t even get a decent iced coffee because the ice is half-melted. (I’m still bitter about that.)

橋本 菜々子
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橋本 菜々子

グルメと旅を愛するフリーライター。全国各地の隠れた魅力を独自の視点から紹介します。