Hips, feet and a Latin beat: In defence of blonde girls

The pub was crowded because it’s always crowded – a dark, careworn, beer-drenched Bogotá public house that was thronged with people grinding and twirling, bumping and salsa-ing. That’s right. Dancing. And you thought that never happened in pubs. The place was impenetrable until a large Colombian man pushed his way through the dance floor, felling […]