The Compass Rose Bed and Breakfast
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- Continental Breakfast
- Free High-Speed Internet
- Wheelchair accessibility
- Free parking
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I raced to the post office as it opened at 9 just to find out the postmaster quoted me was incorrect, general delivery wouldn't arrive until 11. So I sat, twiddling my thumbs, checking the online tracking page every 20 minutes. The second the truck from Coos Bay arrived, I casually walked over the booth and asked if anything had come in yet. He told me to wait another half hour for him to sort ...
... little RV park in Port Orford, Oregon-- southern Oregon, maybe 50 miles from the California border. Made a wonderful spaghetti dinner-- Denis polished off a bottle of Valpolicelli minus the one inch I drank and we went for a walk. Now, getting our internet fix. Haven't missed it much but nice to have it tonight.... Probably some crib after a bit so I can catch up-- last night's games left me the loser -- three to one.
... Inn - which is right on the cliff - overlook the sea and the port - the only 'open sea harbour' in Oregon and one of only 6 dolly ports in the world (where they regularly (ie daily), hoist out the fishing and pleasure craft out of the water by cranes.
We were hungry by now too - so we ended up at the 'Crazy Norwegians Cafe' - a most magnificent fish and chip shop run by some Norwegians!
... We never met anyone who was less than courteous (although that motel owner in Richfield, Utah could do with a refresher course at charm school).
But it was more than that.
As a generalisation I think Mercans are more open, more willing to help, give their time and are simply more friendly than the average Brit on first acquaintance. The famous British reserve is in stark contrast to most everyone here. I know we were doing something ...
... bike upright.
I am a complete and utter utter utter utter utter utter knob. Stuck, bloody stuck, stuck, idiot, knob. Idiot stuck. Idiot. If Bill was here we would have been crying so much it would hurt.
I can't move. I walk to the port official who has been watching the idiot on the beach and I beg. I beg to the food cabin near the beach. I beg to the fishermen in the port, I beg to the nearest hotel owner. I beg to locals. I beg to tourists. I beg to people in ...