i like to say, salsa

Salsa classes with Amanda (and sometimes co.) have been a regular mid-week London highlight of late. It's hard to explain why precisely, when essentially the weekly experience is differing degrees of noise, sweaty-palms, exhaustion, repetition and body-odor stench. The men, whilst having noble intentions, are at best bow-legged, bouncy, too forceful, not forceful enough, over-friendly, stinky-breathed or just a bit too shuffle-ey. Nonetheless Amanda and I are improving (I think), despite our waning patience, and waiting until we can kick it with the big kids, or just advance to normal 'Beginners'.