Faliraki

You know when you laugh at something that you shouldn’t ! Well, I came across this in an article about Brits getting wasted and offending the locals in Faliraki:

In Faliraki – where some taxi drivers now carry wooden clubs – locals say they daren’t walk down Bar Street after 11pm for fear of being mobbed or “touched up”.

“The only thing I am certain of,” says Gorgios Argyrou, a store owner, “is the vomit and excrement that greets us every morning we open the shop.

Last year the noise was so loud from the sound-system of the bar opposite that it dislodged my wife’s pacemaker.”

That bit about the pacemaker had me in stiches… *smacks wrist*

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