We went to see a Salsa band yesterday, and quickly learnt a couple of other people's moves, after being told that the British are rubbish dancers! The music was fast, feverish and you couldn't help but join in.
On one of our last few nights in Buenos Aires (we were very sad to leave both the city and our eclectic group of amigos at the Hostel) we went to see a spectacular Tango show. It was a very beautiful form of acrobatics: the costumes, live music, spins and lifts made us want to uproot all of our plans and stay in Buenos Aires to master the dance. Just walking along San Telmo market on Sunday, street artists would invite locals to join them for a spontaneous exchange on the cobbled streets.
Paula suggested we go to an Afro-Carribean gig too, which we went to without hesitation on Thursday night. The Drums and the Clarinet got faster and faster throughout the evening, as did the crowd despite the humid evening and the 'intimately sized' venue.
Another musical evenings was Groovestock at a place really close to our hostel. It was a line-up of local bands all playing cool Indie music and each with their own dedicated team of hard core groupies. They had flyers, flags, mosh-pit-starters, t-shirts, and people to sing along louder than the main dude. A Senor at San Telmo market who had a stall dedicated to selling horse riding equipment told us about how in Argentina, you have to find your passion and spend your life working on it. His is horses- and these guys' one was their band.
This Senor's stall was really interesting, he could have kitted out a little group of horse-back travellers. However, I was most interested in the 'Don't Touch The Guns' sign because after carrying our backpacks around our arm muscles are getting in to serious shape!
Wish us luck tonight :)
Chao x
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