So when I came across Business booms for Croatia's gigolos , my eyes lit up. Happily, the piece, written for Balkan Insight by Croatian journalist Barbara Matejcic , was original and fascinating, made me laugh and involved some real work. It's safe to say that this not every piece of Balkan journalism ticks all these boxes. You can read the whole story by following the link above, but here are some edited highlights for Eastern Approaches readers. Ms Matejcic sets out to meet Mario, one of ten hetrosexual male prostitutes she spoke to for her story. I'll be in a tight white T-shirt. Nowadays, it seems, men like Mario have expanded their customer base far beyond tourists. He tells Ms Matejcic:. Other gigolos tell Ms Matejcic that sometimes their services are procured for women by their husbands. When supply is scant, prices are high:.
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Jerolim is a small island off the Croatian coast, just across the water from Hvar. Ferries go to Jerolim island is very close to Hvar town, and very recommended if you want to enjoy a nudist
A Croatian friend advised me of a tiny nearby island called Lokrum. It was popular with nudists, he said, and had perfect swimming coves. I told Joseph about the island when we met up in the Dubrovnik airport, and the next morning, anxious for the sea and sun, our skin the color of too much office work, we rode the ferry toward Lokrum. Only then did I mention that it was a nudist beach. Now I was going to see too much of him—every inner-thigh freckle, scrotal wrinkle, and circumcision mark. In fact, we were part of a small, tightly knit group of mostly young, mostly gay men who formed something of a surrogate brotherhood. In , Joseph moved to Paris for a job designing a magazine. I was proud and encouraging, despite the irrational twinge of abandonment that occurs when a friend skips town for a better opportunity. Lokrum was my first time on a nude beach, unless you count the occasional waterside vacation stroll that inadvertently lead you into some unmarked but highly enforced clothes-free zone, with all of the delights and horrors of frank, lightly sun-damaged human anatomy.