Went to my first Dutch milonga (tango salon) last night. It was not too far from the zoo. Unlike Buenos Aires, where they dance 'til 5 a.m., or the USA where most milongas last 'til at least 2 a.m., this one ran from 10:30 'til 1 a.m. I arrived around 11, after enjoying a great steak dinner at an Arentine restaurant (to get me in the mood).
I spent the first 30 or so minutes checking out the room, watching to see how folks dance (i.e., style, skill level, who are the better dancers, etc.). Eventually, one of the two hostesses approached and asked me to dance (though common in the US, as a way to welcome new faces into the fold, this would never happen in BsAs). We danced three tangos before moving on.
I eventually danced with four of the five best (women) dancers, the fifth being the other co-hostess, who seemed otherwise engaged most of the night. Eventually, the first co-hostess came in search of another round, and I happily obliged. She told me others were asking if I was from BsAs, because of my dance style. (Puff, puff; I get that all the time
I left around 12:50, only to find that the trams had stopped running, and my hotel was on the opposite end of town. I began drifting towards my destination and, being still full of enegry and curious about Amsterdam's weekend night life, I passed through one neighborhood after another until, about an hour later, I arrived back at my hotel, pretty exhausted.
I'm now at the airport, destination: Prague.