After CAFF was another bar called Humuhaca and then another bar that had no name, but was still open. Linda and Steve had left; Everard and Carla had appeared; JJ disappeared. It was too late to resist now; too early to end. I saw Everard dancing in the front room, talking to a couple outside and leaving with the woman. JJ kissed me before she disappeared. I remember two blue eyes, someone holding my hand and Carla walkiing with me to a car that was not a taxi. And I've travelled round the world from year to year And each [View Full Entry]

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Its now Friday and I have been in Buenos Aires for one week but have been swept up in this world of CITA. Classes start at around 12 each day and end at 7.30pm then there is usually a performance at 11 or 12 and a milonga until 4am. There are may hot bods in stretchy pants around here and a clear pecking order of hot young porteño dancers at the top and middle aged americanos at the bottom. The stakes are high to get as much out of this experience as possible by teaming up with another dancer who is [View Full Entry]

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Buenos Aires skies couldn´t hold on any longer, and rain pissed down on the streets, washing away the smeared turds and fallen leaves into the gutters. Me and JJ sat damp and blinking in the back seat of the taxi wondering when it would arrive. "Oooh la la" JJ exclaimed as the taxi splashed through the watery roads like a hovercraft. Everard was just arriving as we pulled up. The Melbournian was dressed suitably in black and the three of us marched through the entrance to what looked like a basket ball court with chairs in it. "I´m hungry" "We´ll [View Full Entry]

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Despite what I have said about taxi dancers and their employers I employed a taxi dancer for an advanced gancho class with Fabian Salas and Carolina de Rivera. This was the first advanced class I had taken and I didn't want to burden anyone in the class if my level was not up to scratch, but if it was, I did not want to be burdened with someone who was not. I had my little scrap of blue paper that meant I had a taxi dancer but I wasn't too sure who to give it to and if my daxi [View Full Entry]

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This is not the first time i have found myself consulting the dictionary before I leave the house. It is now the third language that I find myself doing this now. "Celular prepago".....this is what i need today. Last night, trying to explain medium rare I came out with this little Spanish haiku. Hope you like it..... Vuelta y Vuelta un poco hecho y un poco mas pero no quiero sangre ......................................................................................................... No matter how much Spanish has been spoken to me or how much I feign study of it, there i [View Full Entry]

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Sunday. Nino Bien, our first milonga and the opening night of the Congresso Internacional de Tango Argentine. All the Argentine teachers who will be giving workshops are there and they are introduced by Fabian Salas (of "Tango Lesson" fame). I am seated with te Australian entourage as we watch the performances done by some of the teachers. After this, the milonga starts. People are out in their finest and the dancefloor is crowded. ¿I wonder if I will get a dance tonight? The night goes on and the answer to my wonderings seems to be a resounding NO, when me eye [View Full Entry]

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I'd like to dedicated this to all those lovers out there. 'cause I need you more than want you and I want you for all time....... [View Full Entry]

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It's now about time that I start talking about my coming trip to Buenos Aires. I will be leaving on the 9th March which is about 6 weeks away or maybe just 5 as february is always such a deceptively short month. Excited? Yes-ish. I'm super busy with work, preparing things so that it all doesn't fall apart when I leave. I've also been trying to catch some of the Sydney Festival which keeps me zipping up the highway to sydney and then back down to Wollongong again. the Illawarra folk Festival is on now too and my brother is playing [View Full Entry]

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Dad had been going on about "the farm" for over 6 months and i had been informed of the blow by blow account of the trials and tribulations of obtaining the property, which is in bungonia about 20 minutes shy of Goulbourne as you are heading south. I knocked off work and spent the night at dad's place in Robertson and we headed down to Bungonia in the morning....in the ute, not less. We tumbled out of the rolling pastures of the Southern Highlands and sped down the Hume to the parchment that this famous draught is written on. Draught is [View Full Entry]

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