TWENTY YEARS AGO, Faliraki cleaned up its act. The notorious Rhodian equivalent of Shagaluff had had enough of the familiar story of boozed-up Brits whose antics had transformed a once-idyllic fishing village into an all-inclusive anarchy of “vomit-covered streets, couples having sex in alleyways, late-night punch-ups”.
One-euro shots, “Faliraki Fishbowls” and Eurovision Thong Contests were banned and profits fell by 90 per cent until slowly the resort reinvented itself as a budget-conscious family destination. But Faliraki’s beer-gutted shadow still wobbles over Rhodes; fantastic news for anyone
