To get to Cartagena we had to go via Cali.
Apparently it’s the sporting centre of Colombia which, as you can imagine, thrilled me to the core.
So I wasn’t excited about a Cali stopover. I thought it might be like Hamilton, a sprawl you try to get through quickly. I was wrong.
We were there for a short time but in that short time we did something very right.
We went dancing.
My Colombian friend can dance. I think he picked up the moves in utero. I don’t know that I can claim the same for myself. I’m not unco, but I’m a long way from being invited to audition for Dancing with the Stars.
I researched the spot for us. And we lucked in. Salsa Pura was having a ‘Social’ I was told, that very evening.
A Social seems to mean the gloves are off for a couple of hours and everyone smashes it on the dance floor. Then there is a show. Then more dancing. Social dancing.
My friend taught me the basic moves and surprisingly I picked it up quickly. We joined the pulse of the floor. It’s sexy as hell. I like it.