Tonight we hit the nightclub scene at Jimmy's and we found the Cuban rhythms of salsa well alive in Astana. The salsa scene seems to be somewhat new here, but there is a local group that revolves through different clubs and venues around town "somewhere close to Friday" each week.
We have yet to figure out how to best understand where they meet - word of mouth seems to be the most popular way to disseminate information here. (Although one guy we met at the beginning of the evening told us that we should get on the list of events from the American embassy... that's where he gets his info!)
The evening was fun with a great selection of salsa music and a group of people not there so much to show off but to have a good time. That's just the rhythm and spirit I can get into.
This is an aimless blog that gives voices to small joys, quirky happenstances, everyday occurrences, and occasional pesterings as the author navigates her life paths as an educator, transplanted Wyomingite, traveler, and curiosity seeker.
Friday, August 03, 2012
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