The town is an irritating thirty-minute taxi drive from its beach, and the road is not good. You can, of course, get there by boat. A slow boat will leave from Slut’s riverside quay at unpredictable times (and at unpredictable cost) and deposit you, dizzied by diesel fumes, behind the shingle bar that separates the Slut lagoon from the Adriatic. For these and other reasons, Slut has been spared. No cranes loom over its motley buildings, and the occasional Mercedes-Benz with darkened windows pauses but passes by.Nonetheless, tourists come, attracted by the magnificent Greek amphitheatre and the remains of the Temple of Priapus just the other side of the service station on the main road. They stay for a day, sometimes even two, eating at the restaurant where Vanda works, poring over their copies of Lonely Planet or The Rough Guide, congratulating themselves on finding The Unspoilt Croatia, and struggling with the menu that Vanda has tried vainly to get Mirko to rephrase. Has tried to explain that ‘Lamb Sin Cocked in its Own Hair’ is unlikely to sound attractive to non-Croats.
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