I got up around 8am and had breakfast then off I went to the bus terminal. I had my receptionist organise my taxi as many people have been robbed after getting taxis. I spoke to my driver Reri, a cheerful bloke. We drove through the chaotic streets of the city and reached the bus terminal eventually. I walked into the terminal and was escorted by not one but two women police officers to the ticket office. They stood with me while I bought my ticket. I was then escorted to the bus where I was repeatedly told never to let go of my daypack or put it in the overhead rack. I then had to give them all my details and where I was going. They wished me a safe trip and I got onboard my bus. I bought a Bolivian tabloid as it would be easier to read without consulting a dictionary for strange words. I'm glad to be leaving La Paz after my ultimately fruitless time here. My stomach is much better today and no pains. Thank god I thought I was down with dysentery! It's interesting reading the newspapers here. For example some stories I read: Colombians shooting a Bolivian in the testicles after he changed the music in a bowling alley; A woman shouting she was an angel sent from heaven to stop the Da Vinci Code film causing a disturbance in an Argentinian cinema; A fat elephant who has been bought a 50,000 pound running maching because it's too fat!. I remembered on my bus trip the alarming sight of shoe-shine boys in La Paz who wear balaclava masks while shining shoes because they're ashamed. My bus drove through some lifeless, infertile desert but as time passed, the land became more fertile, green and lush. I eventually reached the main bus terminal which was crowded with people. I staggered into a nearby internet cafe and retrieved the number for Joaquin and Janine (the owners of Runawasi) and gave them a call. They said they would pick me up in 20 minutes from the main bus terminal. So I waited by the information booth and soon enough Janine appeared (she's Swiss and married to Joaquin) and welcomed me to Cochabamba. I met Joaquin who is a nice Bolivian guy. They drove me to the outskirts of the city and we reached the area I will live in called Villa Juan XXIII where my Spanish school is located. I was then taken to my home for the next 3 weeks and introduced to my surrogate Bolivian parents Jose and Marina Camacho. I have a lovely dinner of chicken, rice, chips and salad. We then chatted over some aromatic tea (it's cloves and cinnemon sticks boiled with tea in the teapot) I really like it (no milk of course). I chatted to them although I wish I was more fluent as sometimes its frustrating when I want to say something but don't know the verb or the right conjugation. The house is really nice, big garden with maize, passionfruit and other fruits. The Camachos have their 2 grandchildren living with them; the cheeky twosome Belen and Lidia! They also have another cheeky twosome; the Siamese cats Golfio and Benni. I sorted my stuff out and then watched an American film in Spanish with Jose before going to bed.