The Salsaholic is a very recognisable member of the salsa community.  

Where others drink, smoke or take drugs, his addiction is Salsa, to an extent that the Salsaholic lives only for salsa.  

When you talk to him, he only wants to talk about it, and seems to drift off to sleep as soon as the conversation leaves the familiar ground of his passion.

His alarm clock beeps in a clave rhythm, he drinks his coffee while listening to El Gran Combo, and drives to work with Salsa spilling out of the windows of his car.  

All day long he thinks of where he will go to dance that evening, and in the case of the Elegant salsaholic, what he will wear.  

At work, he surfs all the internet sites that talk about salsa, orders his CDs and calls his friends to talk about Los Van Van's latest album.

He goes out dancing, of course, every night and if by bad luck there is nowhere to dance, he spends his time with his Salsa friends watching Salsa videos or talking about the best way to dance Salsa.  

Does one dance on the One or the Two, that is the question... He would rather die than miss his weekly salsa class, and knows everything, you heard me, everything about salsa in Phonm Penh.  

He takes regular vacations to neighboring countries for concerts or to visit salsa CD specialists, or just to visit the local salsa clubs.

If you get into his car after a long night of dancing salsa, he will put Ismael Miranda in the CD player before putting the key in the ignition to cover up the unbearable silence.  

It sometimes happens that the salsaholic oversaturates. It's bound to happen, after breathing salsa 24/7, you'll say. So, for a period of several hours he will take a break, and listen to...Merengue.