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As usual the start is a little slow, but as the night goes on... |
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Once the mania of eating is over and the dancing starts, tourists enjoy being invited into the dancing circle. After a few hiccups, a skip or two, they usually get the hang of lcoal greek dancing. Once the dancing starts, there are feet stomping in all the corners of the village |
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the locals go wild |
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In the streets of Frikes |
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A man with a digital camera getting in the middle of things. Hey... |
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| The Frikes Panighiri is always a little strange. First no one ever really knows whether its' on or not and secondly, if it will be a success. Many times people leave early out of disappointment, but to their dismay, they find out the next day that the Panighiri was huge fun. |
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that's my job |
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Da da da da rum ban ban |
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No, there's no such time as dinner time. Dinner time is all night at the Frikes Panighiri...or at least until the food runs out. |
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