Mid July saw the 10th anniversary of We Love Space at the club of the same name with DJs like Steve Lawler, Layo & Bushwacker etc, but on a tip from mates we went to the beach. Cala Jondal in fact, and the Tropicana Beach bar to be precise.
It was samba night and a couple of hundred were assembled around the chiringuito alongside the seafront restaurant in the sand. To be fair, they were almost all dancing to the music emanating from the samba band on stage rather than ‘assembled’ and a mixed crowd of all ages were enjoying themselves big time. From the kids in the playground through the dance floor to the grandparents tables, where the clink of caipihrino glasses could be heard between songs.
Unsurprisingly the crowd were predominantly of Latino origin and for this reason there was a predominance of attractive women with exceptional dancing skills.
Nonetheless, a few brave members of the other gender, who’d clearly had lessons, cruised elegantly amongst them twirling their partners around in often indecent clinches, This looked like fun - perhaps samba lessons wouldn’t be such a bad idea. I haven’t seen a better way yet to get close up and dirty with a fit, writhing beauty. The smiling and confident men in their midst looked unusually well exercised too, and I’m not entirely convinced that this was just down to dancing…
A brilliant night dancing in the sand - we could all have been on Cabana beach…
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