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After a night out in Portland there was only one thing that would see us through the day, another Denny´s grand slam! Having shaved a good few months off our lives we headed to town to pick up our hire car for the monster drive to San Francisco. What we found when we got there was a strange looking cross between a people carrier and a normal car. But with enough room in the boot to jam all our crap into it was perfect.
We were soon on the road out of Portland, back into Portland after a wrong turn and out again, we were heading along the Columbia River Gorge to The Dalles. We stopped for a wander up to the lovely Multnomah Falls and carried on to The Dalles along the riverside road.
Bend was the next stop and hopefully home for the night. Driving around the town centre we found a really quaint town which was like something out of an old-school all-American film. Much of it was wooden and I´m sure I spotted the remnants of some saloon-style swinging doors. After struggling to a find reasonably-priced motel we were almost resigned to driving on before finding a motel on the outskirts. We drove into Bend for dinner and being Saturday night it was quite lively. So we opted for a lively place for dinner and upon being carded (despite not drinking) we got chatting to the bouncer. After a few words from me he said "Are you from Sun-der-land?" We were shocked, having our accents correctly picked-out is something that rarely happens in the UK, let alone in America by an American. Turns out he´d spent time in Lancaster and his room-mate was from Sunderland. After a bit more banter we were once again impressed at how friendly and approachable people are in America.