I have been to Colombia quite a few times and recently thought it might be interesting to share with you what a nightout dancing salsa in Colombia is like.

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Admit it guys, when you start off salsa dancing your biggest problem, apart from not knowing how to dance is the frequency that you find your partner letting out a shrill scream as once again you have caused her an injury by stepping on her toes.

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“So do you dance?” comes the inevitable question from everyone we meet after they find out about my Colombian girlfriend introduces her tall pail Scottish boyfriend. My response is now we rehearsed. I roll up my sleeves and turn over my palms to expose deathly pale white skin and say “sorry, white men can’t dance”, and then wait for the inevitable laugh. Whether that laugh comes from pity, acknowledgement of the truth, or nervousness over what I will do next, I have never quite worked out.

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