It was back on the road today after 6 freezing but amazing days in Otavalo. I met some wonderful people Paul, Dudu the owners who let me stay in their hostel The Flying Donkey for free in return for some designs and paintings and Juan the crazy Argentinian, the French guy, Adriana the Couchsurfer from Quito and Luisiana my host from Quito that I never got to stay with. The festivals were definitely the highlight of my stay along with Otavalo being my first time interacting with indigenous Indians, their culture and people. I said goodbye to Adriana as she had to go back to Quito for work and then said my goodbyes to Paul the owner - such a cool guy and he was so happy with artworks that I really hope I can come back and do some more. I walked down to the bus stop on the side of the highway and waited for my bus - I waited nearly an hour which was slightly painful as I had all my jumpers, jackets on and carrying my bags as you need to run and jump on buses as they go past. The bus came eventually and so started the long journey to Latacunga. Ecuadorian buses are notorious for theft and quite often people with their bags at their feet have bags slashed and everything taken before they even know it - for this reason I was slightly paranoid about my things and the people around me. I did manage to sleep sparaticslly most of the way. The journey was supposed to take 3.5 hours but after 6 hours I arrived at my destination, I found a pay phone and called my host Cami- her phone kept cutting out and after 7 calls I managed to get the name of her are (where her farm was). I walked around asking everyone what bus I needed to catch and no one could help me - at this point I am super tired and feel myself getting very agitated - luckily one of the workers at the terminal could speak English and he came to try help me. He called my host again for me and this is where it gets interesting: turns out I wasn't in Latacunga but another town over an hour away- how the hell that happened I don't know - I told the bus driver I needed to go to Latacunga and paid only to there so how he drove through the town I don't know. This is happening far to often in South America because of the language barrier - another good reason to learn Spanish quickly. By the time I made it to Latacunga it was 8pm and my host and her family were waiting for me at the Terminal. It was so kind of them to come and get me as they live on a farm 10 minutes out of town. Cami and her Dad speak good English and her Mother try's, we arrived at their farm and wow a huge big farmhouse - I imagine something similar to what my grandparents used to live in. I was welcomed with a glass of red wine and smiles all round. We talked about what I might do here in Latacunga, tomorrow climb Cotapaxi the Volcano and the following day do the Quilotoa Laguna. They all went to bed at 9pm as they all get up super-early as will I for tomorrow's trek to the volcano.