When I was young, free, single and fit, I cycled through many countries. I biked the whole of the Santiago Trail- no hassles from anyone.
Through Bosnia, Serbia, Croatia, Slovenia. At that point war was just over and I was treated absolutely respectfully and helpfully by everyone.i have a vivid recollection of being beeped at by a taxi driver and thought something might happen but he was only stopping to tell me the road maystill have mined areas- he insisted on driving me a safe way for free.
The whole length of Portugal- no cat calls. I was a fit 30 year old blond at this point. The frirndliest city ever in Lisbon. Barcelona- a few catcalls, but no harassment.
Prague- horribly verbally harassed, but only by Brits visiting. Likewise in Amsterdam. Felt mortified at their behaviour and was veryglad to see Amsterdam this year is clamping down on wacked out tourists.
Worst place was Dublin. Honestly worst service, dismissed as soon as your English accent was heard, expensive, miserable. Last thorn in the side was visiting a comedy club with Irish friends,who were then quite awkward as the comic did a routine about Brits. The hotel was shite, the supposedly good restaurants were shite, and the Guiness was expensive and not especially well served. I was gutted, as i'd planned the trip for over a year to take in Uni friends and relatives. I left Dublin early and went to see my nanna's sister in Cork instead. Which was bloody lovely. I guess it's the same as going to London. Which is also shit, expensive and rude. Even when you live there. It put me off though.