Coquille, Oregon
I fished out my extra sweatshirt and cut over to 47S for a few miles until I found Coquille and the Cuauhtemoc Restaurant. I did eat here. The wait staff were great, speaking English to me only when I couldn't figure out what they wanted. Remember, this is authentic Mexican food. I especially liked the authentic Mexican Coke-a-Cola. I didn't dare utter any Spanish because, well, I don't know any. I know a little German, but he couldn't make it because his work permit has expired. You see, the trick to communicating with people who aren't lucky enough to speak English (and I'm talking about the general case here, not just in ethnic restaurants), is to speak each word slowly and loudly. The louder the better. This helps the person to whom you're speaking to comprehend. "CAN I GET SOME BURRITOS?!" I exclaimed. I paid and collected my final "in-state" rally stamp. The cashier said, "Adios, Man." Wow. Bilingual. So ends my version of the Grand Tour. I will not be going after the "out of state" rally points as I simply didn't make the time. Perhaps next year I'll see Wyoming and Montana like any good Iron Butt rally participant would do.
The beach is spectacular and the sound of sea gulls is nicely mixed in with the sound of crashing waves. I'll have to speak with the engineer though because everyone knows you don't record gulls in Dolby. Tomorrow I head home to Portland. It will be nice to see the dogs, the cat and... oh, the wife. ;-) And then there's that work thing on Monday. But I'll be taking care of that annoyance one way or another very soon... Now, go about your business. |
As I moved north along 101, the weather began to turn. My idyllic environment turned slowly into the more traditional Oregon coast phenomenon. In fact, I think it all started as I crossed the border. 
From Coquille, I took 47 north to re-join 101. My final resting place (not that one, I'm not dead yet) is Lincoln City. I'm sitting in a fat cat suite right now with more space in it than my first apartment. I've got two coffee makers, two TVs, a dinning room table, a kitchen, two phone lines and a beach front balcony. I'm stylin' and you aren't. Deal with it, pink boy.