The usurper of my bed the other night was an American girl of Peruvian descent called Kathy. Apparently, she had heard such good things about Colombia that when she was in Otavalo, she just couldn’t resist the temptation to take a short 3 day detour north into Colombia (but only up to Cali), before heading back into Ecuador. Kathy and I got along quite well, and I invited her to come clubbing with us.

That evening we went to a nightclub called Tin Tin Deo, because we’d heard that it really comes alive on Thursday nights. That piece of information turned out to be spot-on. Tin Tin Deo was exactly the kind of place I had pictured when I first thought of a nightclub in South America. There were mostly locals in the club, and boy, did they know how to dance!!! I was happy to simply let myself be mesmerised by the incredible leading skills of the men, and the superbly graceful moves of the ladies.

Back in Motorola, when I was still employed, a bunch of us Motorolans had practiced Salsa for a few weeks under the guidance of programmer-cum-salsa-master Eslyn. Although we’d had a wonderful time practicing, and had put up a decent performance on stage, we would’ve been shamed into oblivion had we tried to show off in Tin Tin Deo.

[insert video of Motorola salsa performance]

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