DAY 86 – FALIRAKI
Woke up late at the Rhodes city backpackers and discovered that yet another person had tried to go through my pack last night. What the fuck are they after? My dirty undies? My Introduction to Java Programming book?
I had planned to leave Rhodes yesterday and make a run for Athens so I could catch an earlier plane to London on stand-by. I figured it would be sweet since be someone would be bound to miss their flight away from the irresistible and addictive Greek islands. But. Walking around town I saw a road sign pointing out the direction of Faliraki. Alarms went off in my head and I realised that Faleraki was another huge party destination of the balmy army youth and I couldn’t leave Rhodes without at least having a look ;)
Faliraki is a party town with loads of loud pubs packed with Brits on package holidays. The main street hosts a competition where the bars try to see who can play the loudest music to attract punters. In some places you can’t make out a single song that is being played despite the fact that you couldn’t hear the person next to you if they screamed your name. Unfortunately the season is almost over at Faliraki so the street was only quarter full but I think even at it’s best it wouldn’t be as pumping as Ayia Napa.
