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http://syaden.net/?giniefr=site-de-rencontre-fumeur&85c=8d Just seven days before I was a salsa novice and I shamed myself publicly by dancing on stage with the Buena Vista Social Club. Championed by Ry Cooder they released just one studio album in 1997 which managed to reach worldwide sales of 9 million. The colletive that I saw in the Havana Cafe was led by trombonist Jesus “Aguaje” Ramos who is one of the few surviving members of the original collective. I bopped unselfconsciously by my seat before my friends and I were reluctantly swooped up on stage to dance before the audience. An enjoyable gig quickly turned into an exercise in humiliation. If only I was able to dance.
follow site It was a baptism of fire but it turned out that the learning curve for salsa dancing is very short, that is of course if you spend as much time as I did on the dance floor. Cubans are innately musical and dancing seems to be a part of their DNA. Despite my inexperience I had more than enough offers from local men who were happy to play dance teacher. It was exciting to have a man cross the club floor and ask me to dance; an alien concept reminiscent on 1950s Ireland.
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see Havana has an infectious energy that hits you as soon as you touch down. It’s sleepy narrow streets are filled with the spluttering of classic American cars and are bathed in a stunning Caribbean light. The pavements are dotted with characters enjoying cigars and shooting the breeze. Crystalline Caribbean waters met crumbling grandeur. The 8 km promenade called the Malecón is always buzzing with condoling couples and fishermen. And then there is the music, there is always the music in Cuba.
go site No matter where you are in the island the beat is consistent. Cuban music is influenced heavily by the Spanish guitar and the West African drum. Most towns and cities have a Casa de la Música (House of Music) where big band salsa and traditional Cuban music are performed for willing dancers.
follow url The Casa de la Música in the UNESCO protected city of Trinidad is an open air salsa club packed with locals and tourists of all ages. Even if you’re foolish enough not to dance, a great night can be hand just sitting on the steps, sipping on a mojito and watching the couples twirl and spin.
Thankfully I had a dance lesson in Casa Jesus before we hit the town, so didn’t shame myself like I did in Havana Cafe. Casa Jesus is a Casa Particular which means ‘private house’ and similar to Irish B&B’s. They vary in standards but many are in colonial mansions which huge rooms and lots of space. The average price per room is €25. The best thing about staying in a Casa Particular is that you get to stay and connect with a Cuban family. Or if you stay in Casa Jesus, you might even get a dance lesson in the courtyard.
Trinidad offers a lot aside from dancing. It’s a sleepy sixteenth-century town and is one of Cuba’s more preserved colonial settlements. Situated between beach and mountain it has a village feel. People walk at a slow pace on its quiet cobbled streets and locals sit on the doorsteps of their pastel painted houses. Just a short drive from the old town is Playa Ancon which has a long stretch of gold sand where you can snorkel and dive. Thankfully the beach is not spoilt by over development yet. If you’re lucky you will catch the ‘coconut man’ who rides up and down the strand on his horse and cart selling fresh coconut.
There is nowhere that the salsa beat is as ubiquitous as in Cuba’s second city, Santiago de Cuba. On the surface the city is a bit grimy; it’s hot, full of hustlers and noisy. But these things add to the city’s distinctive character. Its vibrant music scene is unparalleled in Cuba and it hosts a big carnival every July. Bands jam on the street and salsa and rumba beats waft from the rooftops of the Casa Particular’s. The rooftops are multifunctional spaces which double up as restaurants and classrooms for dance and percussion lessons.
As Santiago de Cuba was the cradle of the revolution there are many interesting historic sites. The most interesting is Moncada Barracks, where Fidel Castro and his revolutionaries waged armed attacked against the government in 1953. These attacks are considered as the start of the Cuban Revolution.
But it was on the dance floor of the airy club Cala Queta in Santiago de Cuba where another revolution of sorts was born. While dancing hip-to-hip with Rafael, I realised that we humans are born to dance and that Cuba could possibly be the best place to learn. Another thing changed then too, now I only eat mango with a smug smile on my face.
I went to Cuba with Intrepid Travel. Visit www.intrepidtravel.com for more information.