Taught our first class at the university tonight… WOW! What a crowd… We must have had about 150 students in beginners and 30 in improvers. We taught 7 till 9 then discovered that the next thing in the hall was … salsa!

I introduced myself to the teacher. “Are you teaching this class?” I ask.
“Yes, but not that style, I teach the real salsa.”
“Oh! You’re from Cuba?”
“Columbia.”
She was teaching a free class to a bunch of friends so Kate and I stayed to learn a bit of what it was all about Columbian style. She was very fierce and Latin, and we spent most of the class terrified. Once I figured out the basic step, it was quite fun, but poor Kate didn’t get to do anything very exciting.

I danced with a girl who I thought was Japanese. It turned out she was from Taiwan. Oops. After I revealed my ignorance, she asked me if I was American. When I said I was British, she asked whether the Columbian girl was British too. I don’t know if that was that she genuinely couldn’t tell the difference between all these round-eyed big-nosed westerners, or whether she was making a subtle point about her not looking Japanese…

I wished I could remember the Cantonese for sorry…