Mambo #5 echos through the air as the young people of Cagli and its surrounding areas head across the dirt parking lot toward the tent-shaped awning of Masaj's main entrance. Adobe walls extend so far it seems a village could be contained within. The undulating shape of the roof reflects the mountain terrain that secludes it. Massive bouncers in tight black shirts stand guard on either side of the crowded door. A line forms to pay the 15 euro admission, but those with connections stride right in. An exotic overhead light fixture hangs over the central dance floor like an upside down volcano errupting colorful glass. Locals move to commercial music such as Shakira's Whenever, Wherever and Kylie Minouge's Can't Get You Out of my Head. GoGo's in scanty clothing sway their hips on cubes strategically placed around the floor. Sections of the dance floor flash with multi-colored squares like those in Saturday Night Fever. Soft inviting couches fill the empty spaces and a circular bar is decorated with the bright colors of complimentary fruit. Off to the right, through the glass doors, is an outside dance floor lined with tangerine lawn chairs. Professional dancers on stage lead eager participants in choreographed Latin American dances. Back through the inside and across the other end is a rectangular bar with a bamboo plant at one end and fish net draped along the back. Through another set of glass doors and down peach-colored stone steps is the last dance floor, encircled with lantern-lit tables and black-and-white oval sculptures. Seats carved into boulders and cushioned in tangerine colored vinyl serve as corner lounge areas for non-dancers. Illuminated waterfalls and ponds create the illusion of a desert oasis. Guests' smiling faces bounce around the dance floor to music most common at American weddings such as Surfin' USA and the Grease remix. Meanwhile the DJ encourages a group of young women in snug pants and trendy belts to dance on a small stage. Gradually, as the night progresses into early morning, a transition is made from crowded dance floor to crowded couches. Eventually, tired yet satisfied, Masaj guests tumble into the parking lot, cram into their cars, and head to their small-town homes for bed.
	Graphic Design: Danielle Dinardo Design Production: Danielle Dinardo Writing: Danielle Dinardo Photography: Raina G. Patrocinio Videography: Bob Buhowski, Danielle Dinardo, & Raina Patrocinio Interview: Danielle Dinardo & Raina Patrocinio Special Design Consultant: Diana Samet