Sorry it´s been a while on the old blog, but we have been busy little bees. But here I am spending a few hours catching up for my adorring fans aka my parents.......and then everyone else in the non adorring category..
So back to the story of our amazing travels, and what better way than to complete our story of Buenos Aires with the story of our drastically cut short tango careers.....just as I was being called ´the new Carlos Gardel´. (Google him, cos no-ones heard of him in England....unless you´re a tango fan).
Having been partially disappointed with our first tango experience (as it was more of a spanish dance), we were keen to jump on board with the tango experience that the hostel had to offer. For about 40 quid, we got transport there and back, a tango lesson, a 3 course meal and a tango show, which we thought was pretty reseasonable. So off we went on the minibus to the show to some weird L shaped room which wasn´t the best for tango lessons. But on we pressed first strutting to the music to get the rhythm. Turned out we were epic at tango, learning an 8 step routine with the last step being a turn off the head putting on your sexiest tango face. As you can see below, me and Jen nailed the sexiness!
With the lesson complete we were given a certificate and shown to our seats upstairs where a table for 6 was occupied by us two and a Dutch couple. Look who drew the short straw with the seat (guess which way the tango show was?!). The food was surprisingly really good, with an empanada for starter even though they called it a meat pie, then a steak for main and an awesome brownie for desert. There were other options on the menu but the steak was a must. Wine and beer were also free so we got a bottle each.....as you do.
With the food sitting in our bellies, and me swivelling round to actually see the show we got underway. Shame the dancers all cameout by the stairs which you can just make out in the picture above meaning most of them were tripping over my feet as they entered!
The tango show told the story of tango, breaking it down into 5 sections, but it all just looked like dancing to me, not sure where the setions of story were. It would have been impossible had it not been for some old guy singing inbetween each section. The first scene the girls were up in the window with the blokes trying to coe them down and fighting each other for the women.
Then some of those girls fell for it and had a dance.
Here´s some more dancing, not sure what the story was but this was off the stage inbetween all of our seats.
Oh look, here´s the old chap I mentioned singing away. We actually didn´t see him coming, and as a scene ended with us looking at the stage, he put his hand on my shoulder from behind (no....we weren´t sharing a guinness) and started singing. I thought he was going to make me stand up and do something but to my relief he moved on.
Here´s some more dancing with some props. The dancing was actually really good standard and blew the other ´tango night´out the water, especially for the price we paid. This being the last section we all gave a round of applause and were told the minibus would be leaving in 5 minutes. So what did we do.....ordered another bottle of free wine of course and smashed as much as we could of it before being carted home to bed. Aces.
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