A night on the tiles in Buenos Aires can take on any shape or form depending on your taste. If you fancy a genuinely local albeit sweaty night of salsa, then “Azucar” is the place to be.

From the outside, the seedy red lighting and fake water feature might put you off a little, but if you see past the tack and fake rock water fountain, then this is your chance to gain true insight into Argentinean Salsa in the city.

Inside the doors, a huge dance floor awaits you – separated into three main areas for beginners, intermediate level and advanced. I set my sights on intermediate (steady…) and went to join the group of young men and woman already forming a circle on the dance floor.

I panicked slightly when the music started up, and I felt that awkward feeling you have when you’re the last to be picked for a team....... I tried to keep my cool....

I didn’t have partner and everyone seemed to know each other, greetings here and there with theatrical hugs and kisses-a-plenty in the typical argentine way. I felt a hand hold mine, and turned to see a friendly argentine had rescued me and led me into the starting pose.

With all instructions shouted out in Spanish over the music, I was somewhat lost and I stepped on toes more than once. But hey, I can’t blame my faults on the language; I just didn’t seem to have the same ability to move my hips as flexibly as the other girls did.

To my dismay, some of the men seem to be able to gauge by my lack of prominent hip wiggle that I was British. “Are you English?” They’d say with a smirk, whilst gyrating their body exaggeratedly throughout the dance.

We changed partners every 2 minutes, some greeted me with a big smile and kiss, others a timid peck, and others just a macho nod.

Some of the men were completely in their own worlds, enjoying the lively salsa tunes and singing away to themselves whilst absent-mindedly swinging girls around them like dolls. These guys were born to dance, and it was amazing to watch.

As for me, I managed the full 2 hours of practise without causing too much of a scene, but I couldn’t help but feel the Argentines had a special natural born talent for Salsa, and as a stiff brit, I don't think I'll ever come close to achieving.

Certainly after dancing with me, I think the Argentines at Azucar might just agree!