Mambo.

I thought Mambo is something that I have to give up by deciding to come back to Hong Kong – but apparently the Singaporean community in Hong Kong collectively decided that Mambo is something too important to be missed, so they decided to have a Mambo night here in Hong Kong, and boy, do I not miss that!

Of course, with much constraints around, it is only natural that the exact atmosphere at Zouk cannot be brought over, but I thought whatever that was on show was certainly good enough. The DJ wasn’t the best in the world, but I thought he did a fairly decent job in playing some pretty good music. The old me on the podium at Zouk suddenly came back and there I was, doing all those silly moves that somewhat “captivated” the crowd. On more than one occasion I was asked to stand on the sofa (!) to show my moves, which of course being as low-profiled as I am (haha) I declined the offer. But what made me feel most heartwarming was when someone came up to me and say that my moves remind them of home – I think that’s about the biggest compliment I could ever get. I guess for most of us Singaporeans (or even quasi-Singaporeans like myself), there’s always a part of us that would be associated with Mambo Jambo. I’m pretty sure in some stage of everyone’s life, we would have stepped into Zouk and had a night of totally forgetting ourselves to the tunes of Bananarama, Ace of Base and Rick Astley. Whether you actually like it, Mambo would in one way or another be inside us.

I hope there would be another Mambo night in Hong Kong soon!