No, not those two brothers who keep beating each other up, but a salsa club on the Prado. Conny, Brigit, Sofie and I walked to it along the Malecón to Habana Vieja.

In Oasis it was still reasonably quiet, but Conny saw a Cuban guy she knew called Antonio, who is, like every man and his dog in Havana, a salsa teacher. So we danced with him. Afterwards, I danced more and more, to the point where the room started spinning.

It's not always that easy, as they all have their own style in dancing and leading (one of them even used his legs), but after lessons it's the only way to get better, because you need to dance with lots of different people. The music was really fast and one guy told me to relax, but there is no way if he makes me do ten turns in a row that I am going to relax!

We stayed until the lights went on at two in the morning, and had one last Cuba Libre with a few guys. I was talking to Alexis, another dance teacher (but also architect) and he said that salsa was really from Puerto Rico and in Cuba it was casino and timba, but then another guy started to disagree so I'm not sure what to believe.

They also tried to dance rueda with us (which is salsa with several couples and you switch partners) but they couldn't hear each other and we didn't know what we were doing anyway... Alexis asked me to write and tell him about life in Belgium, and even send some photos.

I'm sad because it's my last day in Havana but I get to say goodbye on Saturday... I really haven't had any bad experience here. Yes, the overcharging is annoying and the piropos (catcalls and whistling) get on your nerves after a while. Yes, you are still safely inside the tourist bubble and are looked upon as dollarsigns on legs. Yes, she stinks and is polluted. But Havana is such a generous place as well, that the money you (over)pay seems only a small return for what she gives back to you, in memories, in friends, in teachers, in music, in possible boyfriends should things between Keiron and me not work out (just kidding) ...