As the title states, this is the story of one man's quest to learn how to dance like someone from Colombia, by going there and doing so. It's also the tale of a British man interacting fearfully with such dangers as being robbed and being forced to dance. In public, no less!

The text requires you to read each word carefully or miss a great deal of the author's dry humor. He goes into detail on each of the dances and each of the places he stayed on his journey and even includes little bites of the foods he's eaten there. Part travelogue and part personal exploration, the book mixes exploratory narratives with casual comments on the people he's met and things he's done.

It's a story well-told. If only it weren't so *boring*. I found his fear of dancing to be realistically portrayed, and thus the more irksome as this trait repeated itself over and over. And so did the book. It was a story of repetition, travel, see a new city, learn a new dance, wash, rinse and repeat. Don't get me wrong, it's a good book. It's just boring.

I received an electronic copy of this book in exchange for an honest review. ( )