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We decided Sunday was Geocach day. There are thousands here. I downloaded a short round trip from where we are over the bridge of Lions along the beach and back on the 312 bridge. In that short one hour cycle round trip there are more than 30 Geocaches. We might just have to try set a record one day and see how many we can do in a day.
Anyway we set off through the nearby area of Lincolnville. This is one of the older areas in St Augustine and the small 'cottages' used to be slave accommodation. We were warned to beware after dark as there is some drug problems, but cycling through in the middle of the day was intiguing. Some homes are run down and dilapidated and other look newly built and much bigger than the rest.
That's one of the things we enjoy most about Geocaching, we discover sights and areas we may never have found. So eight caches later we were over the Bridge of Lions and heading for our ninth when we saw many people heading in the same direction. Where were they all going? We had to follow!
The road led us to 'The Conch House' (to our friends on the other side of the world, here they see Conch and say Konk....... Don't ask we have no idea, but when in Rome, or USA in this case...). Then we saw it was 'Reggae Sunday', on a floating dock off of the Conch house Restaurant a band plays reggae between 1500 to 1900. We decided Geocaching could wait, Reggae Sunday here we come!!
They have a very strict age restriction and warn you WILL be asked for ID. I was heartbroken they didn't feel the need to check mine :) hahaha.
Reggae Sunday is people watching at it best. There is every age, every color, every race, every sex and every idea in the house! One lady about our age had her Belly Dancing outfit on and was rustling those coins up against a different guy every change of dance. She even had a try with a guy we called space age Bob. We have no idea what planet he thought he was on but he looked more like was trying to put Jefferson Airplane Starship into dance moves than reggae beat. She tried very hard to gaze into his eyes as she shimmied her hips to the reggae music, eventually i think she was getting sea sick trying to follow his rolling eyeballs as he danced and she gave up turned her back and stared mimicking his airplane moves. Not even that worked and she eventually headed off for green pastures.
Then Mr. Red or as Andre named him 'Julius' arrived in his color coded best. A huge gentle giant he appeared to be smiling happily at anyone and everyone. Later in the afternoon he had built up enough dutch or maybe Reggae courage and headed for the whit girls. They loved it he bent them over went into overdrive, and as a friend said after a night at the Trinidad Carnival, 'she had a blackman attached to her bottom'. 
Gogo Grey hair looked like she had just walked out of the nearby church straight into Reggae Sunday! She was bopping away taking all the shy gurls under her wing and encouraging them to dance with her. She was an attraction young men and women gathered round her protecting her until her legs finally gave way and she sank gracefully onto the floor. Her young frinds quickly rallied, heaved her to her feet and supported her out. Sadly one young lady assisting her never returned because I was going to ask for a picture. She was as dark as chocolate and had eyes (contacts I guess) of royal blue. A pretty incredible vision.(For my non South African readers, a Gogo is a Granny)
He was quite happy to oblige and while we were busy one of his companions asked me if I knew who I was talking to?
Me: no sorry
Him: He's the Dom.
Me: thats nice (being obtuse) hello Dom.
HIm: NO NO NO THE Dom.
Me: shrug my shoulders, sorry??
Him: No, have you not heard of xxxyyyzzz furniture?
Me: No sorry
HIm: its him hes the owner he is a few billion strong.
Me: Congratulations, I am honored to meet you.
Dom: Gives a half smile. he is not stupid this one.
Him: Are you sure you dont know xxxyyyzz furniture.
Me: NO we live on a boat we dont buy furniture.
Him: Where you from?
Me: Acutally we probably the only REAL Africans here.
Him: Why my people came from Africa.
Me: Yes but we were born and bred there.
Dom: So you from Soweto?
Me: No Khayalitsha actually. :) :) (I couldnt resist it )
Dom: Smiles and nods, like he knows where Khayalitsha is
Him: asks to take a picture with me
We oblige and then leave. Fame at last :)
Well I googled Dom and found Dom Mebeli of NY furniture. No pictures or anything but the name fits, maybe!! :)
People watching at its best. :) Enjoy the sights.
