If you are carrying anything heavy take it Iguasu. Throw it to the garganta de diablo. The bigger the better, but give it all. Smooth water is turned to countless boisterous drops, pummelling and tearing, screaming and shouting. If you have tears la garganta has more... your face, hair and body stream with her tears. The mother of all tears, shuddering sobs, arrested breath and howling cries, unending torrents over and over and over. ..................................................................................................................... I pulled in to Nazareth, was feeling 'bout half past dead I just need some place where I can lay my head "Hey mister, can you tell me where a man might find a bed?'' He just grinned and shook my hand, ''No'' was all he said Take a load off, Annie Take a load for free Take a load ... read more

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 one found me aimless, one more year the more for wear And I've been back to South East Asia But the answer sure ain't there But I'm drifting north, to check things out again You ... read more

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 get you something to eat blossom" JJ said as she eyed the room for a table. A table was found. Everard stared asking stuff about which wine to choose and I spied the menu. " ... read more

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 dance would find me. Perhpaps I should have worn a red carnation in my hair. Maybe he'll be wearing a blue safari suit. the guy who checks your name came to me and said "Here ... read more

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 is caught and I´m on the dance floor. The embrace is gentle but close as the floor is crowded and difficult to navigate and not to mention slippery. The first song of the "tanda" comes ... read more