Cali, Capital de la Salsa

So I ended up in Cali, the Capital of Salsa. After meeting two Swedish guys in our hostel, Graham decided to become sick and I decided to join them for a night out. The taxi dropped us off at "Calle 6", a street which looked like a Disney land of salsa/reggaeton clubs. After two beers, the first girl invited me for a salsa dance. Since I had a refresh salsa course the day before, I was eager to join her to the dance floor.

And so along the (party) way I understood how Colombian parties work; the dj starts playing a song, you scan the bar for a dance target, then ask the lady to join you to the dance floor and when she does not refuse your gentle act (9/10) you start shaking that booty with her. Once there, you have the right to shake her 360° and dry hump her as much as you want. Exaggerated? Not at all; this is the way it works... After the song, the dance is over. Everybody runs back to his table with friends, and the whole show starts over again...

Feria de Cali: thousands of people watching Salsa

Half a day later, the Swedish and I went to la Feria de Cali, the annual festival. You cannot imagine how crazy thát was. I found myself in a crowd with thousands, maybe millions of people. Everywhere you could hear salsa. In the middle of the streets, starting from of a salsadromo, salsa dancers showed their best moves to the enthousiastic crowd.
As we were a group of gringos we were often attacked by people with foam sprays. Funny, of course, but it got even more funny when I bought my own foam spray. Together with a gang of foamers, we had a great party next to some cars with sound systems comparable to those of the Fuse club in Brussels.

The grigno club: Swedish and Brazilians

Grigno who doesn't care about the foam attack

We continued the night in a huge park, where thousands of people were dancing salsa. Again, I danced many times again, until a very attractive girl asked me for an interview. "Colombian Television? Por que no!", I replied. And I told her that me gusta mucho bailar salsa con la gente de Cali, y la fiesta esta muy loca. If I could dance salsa? "Claro!" And so I had to prove to her that I could dance salsa just in front of national television.

Prooving my salsa skills on national Colombian television

Cali was a little bit mind-twisting; at one hand, we got robbed, and at the other hand, I enjoyed crazy crazy fiestas in this dodgy but wonderful city.