I'd say Dacca, Bangladesh in the mid 1980's.......I was on a 2 day stop-over to deliver some gold and pick up some hash.......The Ganga-Delta had been flooded for a couple of weeks and this lead to what looked like millions of refugees decending on the city......I have never seen so much human misery in my life, people starving, children dying of malnutrition and disease covered in flies and sores.....
It really opened my eyes to the fact that I was born lucky in the west and had a British passport and money in my pocket so could leave that place.........and I felt so sad for those that could not... but could not help them all....(I did manage to feed a couple of kids by throwing them some food out of my hotel window, but this just led to them fighting over it )........whenever I would go into the street from my hotel I became a target for a thousand of semi-naked beggars all scrambling to touch or rob me in their desperation to live.......it was like I was being besiged by these poor-poor people as a white man so hardly left my room there......it just was not safe at all...........
It really opened my eyes to the fact that I was born lucky in the west and had a British passport and money in my pocket so could leave that place.........and I felt so sad for those that could not... but could not help them all....(I did manage to feed a couple of kids by throwing them some food out of my hotel window, but this just led to them fighting over it )........whenever I would go into the street from my hotel I became a target for a thousand of semi-naked beggars all scrambling to touch or rob me in their desperation to live.......it was like I was being besiged by these poor-poor people as a white man so hardly left my room there......it just was not safe at all...........