After our big breakfast in Olympia we hit the road and we hit it hard. Today we'd be driving all the way through Oregon to Grants pass, a fun little town near the California border. We arrived at around 6 pm and drove straight to the pub where our Couchsurfing host worked.

Misty wasn't in yet so we ordered some dinner as we waited. Koen had a salad, I chose the tender chicken strips with honey mustard sauce. We were drinking our second soda when Mist came in to greet us and start her shift. She had arranged for us to attend a comedy show at the pub. She had also arranged for the comedians pick on us silly Belgians all night. Thanks.

A lot of people came to talk to us because of it though. Some some really nice people even insisted on buying us drinks and they just loved hearing our stories. We're still pretty impressed with the American hospitality. Everyone is so extremely friendly and everyone seems to be interested in talking to us.

At 10.30 Misty drove us to her family's house up in the mountains to meet her cousin who's in the air force in London and currently on leave. There was a huge bonfire in the backyard, something we don't get to see very often back in Belgium. We talked and laughed and warmed our butts to the flames. Ha, this is the life!

In the morning Misty made us something we had never tried before. Consequently I also don't know what it's called, if it has a name at all, but it's basically a tortilla filled with an omelette and veggies. I guess you can call it a breakfast burrito, but I thought those usually came with rice and beans.

After a quick walk to the river we were on our way down South. It rained, a lot, it was foggy, it was chilly...I thought we'd left Belgium. We made some short pitstops in the Redwoods to look at the really big trees and drove until about 5pm to the sound of Amazing Horse in the background.

  We drove off the Highway in search of food and ended up in some tiny little rundown town with boarded up windows and a deserted diner. Somehow they did, however, manage to squeeze in a winery and a rather upscale restaurant. We had the most delicious meal there, best burger I have ever eaten, hands down. The waiter did look rather uncomfortable when I asked him for some mayonaise for my fries. Crazy Europeans!

Highway 1 was incredibly creepy. It was dark, insanely foggy and had small, ever-winding roads. The Beach Boy's wouldn't it be nice was on when we finally made it through that last turn. And there she was, the ocean, finally.