There is only one place to be on a Saturday night and that is a nightclub – whether you have food poisoning or not!!
And yes that does mean I was fortunate enough to catch a case of the food poisoning but I did soldier through, however this did mean I wasn’t drinking so was lucky enough to take in this whole experience stone cold sober.
Where to start.
I’m told the club we went to was an ‘upmarket’ club as there was an 8,000 peso entrance charge which is apparently larger than usual. I was also told I would need ID but no one could reassure me whether they would accept a UK drivers license or not. I waited for what felt like hours as the security guard peered over my ID which a torch and a bizarre expression, praying to god he would firstly not ask me any questions (no Español remember) and secondly, actually let me in!
Success! We’re through the door – after someone pushing infront of us, Colombians apparently don’t queue and the majority of women attending this club clearly thought they were something that they definitely were not (Queen of Sheba maybe?).
We find a table and sit to wait for a few more friends, once the whole party has arrived they order drinks – which come by the bottle and they only seem to buy Aguardiente (apparently a weak version of sambucca) so spend the night only drinking shots. Despite this the night still seemed to end rather responsibly – definitely the reason why Colombians buy by the bottle and English do not!!!
The dancing was, well, odd. There was no official dancefloor, people just danced by their table which is far too awkward a situation for my English self, sober or not – that is a big no in England unless your table is on the dancefloor (rare).
The actual dancing was also very different, but expected – this is Latin America and I have seen the films!
Salsa! And all other sorts, all very good, the strange part for me is how much the men actually move!! In England it is not usual for a man to do more than say two moves (head bop or side step) but no it all came out in this club!! I still haven’t decided whether it made them more attractive or oozed the gay vibe (not that they were gay!!). I’m leaning towards the latter if I’m honest.
There was an array of English and Spanish music. My favourite English song converted into Spanish – not so favourite when you can’t sing along and Shaggy – Mr. Boombastic came on which received a whole host of cheers and woops (was I back at a high school disco?!). Towards the end of the night a song came on which I was sure I recognised but couldn’t place and since I have come to realise that I genuinely think it was a remix of a song from the Disney film Aristocats !!! How strange!
The toilets only proved my earlier point that Colombians do not queue, apparently you pick a cubicle and wait for that one – if you pick a dud that’s your own fault!
All in all it was a good night however I think the highlight was getting to perve on the sexy barman/waiter/security man – I wonder if he had any other talents…
Unfortunately these pictures do not really prove any of my earlier points.
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