We woke around 10 after a rather hot night, it doesn't drop below 25 degrees here, and got up for some breakfast before practising some dancing. We had decided to go over all the lessons we had done at various congresses and along the way so as not to forget anything and so the next 2 hours were spent revisiting the lessons we had done in Alaska covering salsa, bachata and some shines. Hot and sweaty when we finished we had a quick, refreshing shower, sometimes there is hot water but not today, before heading out into the city for a look around. We walked back to Calle Conde which is a long pedestrianised street that has lots of bars, restaurants, tourist shops and clothes shops so that I could try and find some new shorts as mine are too big and are wearing out. This proved unsuccessful as I dont appear to be 'Latino' shaped and the few things I tried on didn't fit very well or were too expensive. We stopped by the supermarket again to do a more thorough shop than yesterday before looking for a tourist information to find out about the local buses and dance scene. All we found however was a tour agent wanting to sell us trips but after insisting he ended up being quite helpful, providing us with a map of the Colonial Centre and pointing out a dance school we hadn't noticed as it was on the second floor of a building above a gift shop. Thanking him we went straight up to the dance school where we found a nice lady, Carla, who runs 'Convivial Dance Acadamy' and explained to her what we were after, advanced Dominican style bachata lessons. She said she couldn't teach that level but that she had a teacher from a town a couple of hours away who comes over a few times a week to teach for her and gave him a ring. Unfortunately she got no answer so she asked us to come back the next day at a similar time, 3pm, when she hoped to have spoken to him. She also mentioned that apart from being an excellent teacher he was also one of the main teachers at their bachata congress every year, making us certain we wouldn't be wasting our money which we had been afraid of, finding that here is very similar to Cuba and that perhaps everyone here was a bachata teacher as there everyone had been a salsa teacher! We left pleased with our research and headed back to our apartment for yet another shower to cool off before making dinner. We had hoped to find one of the little veg men who seem to wander the streets with their carts on the way home but it seems they are only about in the mornings so we ended up with a delicious dinner Andy cooked of rice, sweetcorn, refried beans (our new obsession) large hotdog sausage and scrambly fried egg! (which started out as fried but got scrambled because there is no way to stop them sticking to the pan) After dinner we got ready to go out and tried to find a place to dance Carla had told us about, a restaurant that has a small dancefloor in the middle and a live band every night and is free to get in. After wandering around for a bit we found where we thought to be the place and went in, finding a table we sat and waited for the band to come on and were quickly asked by a waiter what we'd like to drink. I asked for a menu or pricelist but he said there wasnt one and when I asked how much water was we couldnt work out how much he said and so he said he'd send over another waiter who spoke English. Before he could get to us however they started playing salsa so we went up for a dance or two on the lovely wooden floor and only sat down once the band itself came on with a Merengue. The new waiter spotted us and I asked him the same thing, was there a price list, no, how much was water, 1500 pesos. This is what we thought we'd heard from the 1st guy but couldn't quite believe our ears, thats like $35 for a bottle of water?!!! Confused as to why it was so expensive we said we didnt want anything at that price and he told us coke was 50 pesos so we ordered two of those instead being just over a dollar each and a far more reasonable price. We spent the rest of the evening dancing to the salsas and watching the merengues, laughing at the fact that the people do exactly the same steps regardless of what music is playing and hoping for some bachata. After the band's second set was nearly over and there had still not been any bachata played we decided to call it a night as the heat was really taking its toll and left to walk the almost deserted streets back to the apartment where we had a final rinse in the shower before bed.