Sometimes I’m glad I’m not a leader. There’s too many things to think about. First of all, you are responsible for the health and safety of the follower you hold in your arms; secondly, you are responsible for the initiation of moves that interpret the music; and thirdly, you have to navigate a dance floor full of potential hazards. At times, it must be akin to navigating the video racetrack on your PlayStation. I wonder, how do the local dancers handle having to deal with crowded dance floors with dancers that have received licences from various parts of the world, to “drive” followers.
Floor etiquette has been briefly touched on in this blog before and will undoubtedly come up again. There is an abundance of codes that are out there for the general safety of the dancers, much like road rules which are in place for each country in the world. Having just watched my own country successfully change a give way rule (with a disappointing amount of entertaining anecdotes), it has made me think about how knowing the road rules of one country does not make a capable international driver. Does that apply for the milonga rules of this world as well?
After some lively discussion, I have concluded that perhaps it is helpful to take note of the traffic within Buenos Aires to glean tips for navigating the late night milonga floors. I should mention that I do not drive in this wonderful city, having respect for the fact that the conditions here are different from my own country and I would probably end up causing an accident through my over cautiousness.
If you have not driven (or been driven) in Buenos Aires, you are in for a treat. My first visit to this fair country included several hair raising taxi rides with three of us squashed in the back of a car with no seat belts, holding on to the backs of the seats as our driver wove his way through the traffic at about 80km per hour down one of the largest boulevards in the southern hemisphere. I guess it would not be so bad if it had only been our driver, but watching other taxis doing the same thing alongside us made us question whether this was a game of chicken or not. Perhaps the drivers do it for entertainment – but I digress.
Most road rules apply world wide as do milonga etiquette applying to most (if not all) milongas throughout the world. Of course, you must drive/dance with respect and care for others that are out on the road/floor. Roads have lines painted on them to assist drivers and technically there are two or more (depending on the size of the space) “lines” of dance that flow in the anti clockwise direction at a milonga. On the road, if you do not indicate your intention to change lanes, you will end up with annoyed drivers behind you sounding their horn or yelling some form of abuse. On the dance floor, this type of changing lane action will more than likely send a glare your way if you seem unconcerned about your faux pas.
So general traffic/milonga rules seem pretty stock standard and transposable between countries. Looking a little deeper into the individual parts of the traffic led to some very interesting parallels between the local traffic and the milongas – (please note that this is only the opinion of a humble blogger musing whilst out for a drive with a friend).
Traditional milongueros could be the buses of Buenos Aires. They have been on these streets for years and know more than a thing or two about navigating the traffic. They can deftly and swiftly manuevour themselves through the flow of traffic, generally sticking to the outside lane or at least their chosen lane. Working the edge of the floor is no problem for them as they know the size of their cargo intimately, taking it carefully through the narrowest of gaps and squeezing between the limits of the sidewalk and other traffic with ease. Beware to any observers or pedestrians that encroach on the dance floor or road. These milongeuros take no prisoners and will rightfully use what is theirs – i.e. the entire dance floor.
The colorful and personable taxis are probably more akin to tango nuevo dancers. Varying in age range and sophistication, these guys move about the floor with speed and fancy maneovours which are sometimes not found in the handbook of traditional tango. Zipping in and out of the traffic, their weaving can be more dynamic than the buses, often with a flurry of changes in direction and speed, going from go to whoa in 0.5 seconds.
There are the usual traffic jams that cause back logs during rush hour (the moment when everyone piles onto the floor to dance to the popular song), and leaving your seat early on in the tanda can ensure you get at least a free run for the first 20 seconds. Parking is made easy by the owners of the milongas who direct you into the correct table, similar to the way so many men are often on the street waving their arms about to help you into a parking spot.
Okay this entire post takes quite a bit of imagination and is the musing of someone with time on their hands, but the point is that this city has a spark and energetic vibe to its charm that lives on its streets, in the people, in its traffic and in its milongas. All of which should be experienced.
Photo credit and copyright to Guillaume Menard







