Last night I went salsa dancing. Yes, that's right, salsa dancing. I have gone twice before in the past 3 years. By no means am I an enthusiast or an expert. But I thought it would be interesting. We arrived at the Polana Hotel around 7pm and within minutes the instructor had us on the dance floor getting warmed up. Who knew salsa dancing could be such a workout!?! (Polana Hotel and Casino in Maputo, Mozambique - http://www.kanimambo.com/kan2ap.htm)
The instructor could use a lesson in diplomatic relations. He tells the women how to be ladies and the men how to be gentlemen. I will give him credit though, he got my attention and kept it for an hour which is quite a feat.
I went with one of my partners, Mateus, and he wasn't keen on the idea of sharing his girlfriend with other salsa dancers. If looks could kill there would be three dead Mozambicans. {Disclaimer: No one was actually killed as a result of our dancing}. The class forces all the attendees to switch partners which is interesting because of the differences in skill level and style. I danced with a Mozambican woman who could rip up the dance floor and some travellers from South Africa who had not yet mastered the basic 1-2 step. For all you novices out there that is the first step you learn.
Unfortunately I don't have any pictures from the actual class. But I think its better that way, no evidence of my miscues.
Tonight all the VSO and ex-VSO volunteers will be getting together for a potluck. For the sake of my friends, I think I will pick some take-away. That's what they call it over here (instead of take-out).
Chow for now.
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